Today is the anniversary of the death of Sacco and Vanzetti and Rudolph Valentino. You choose the mourn.
12 he was a heartbreaker and I think it was understood that she loved him. Once was more drunk than usual and kissed my partner. We watched movies together and we drogábamos. After college we are still friends and I stopped resenting the fact that we were friends.
13
For six months I sent him a heart of black paper each week thinking it would make him love me. There was a day I wrote six poems about my diairo green caps. I thought that it was barely believable that I was really suffering.
14
When I went skiing I could not eat anything because I loved him very much. We played Scrabble, he and I, and the chips stuck to my hands. He whispered to the tiles, fuck, fuck. A decade later we met at the Empire State Building.
15 for the first time I saw him at a conference, sitting across the auditorium. I gave him a pipe and he gave me a Latin dictionary dedicated ad books ... meae puellae face.
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