#ordinarylife

‘Una noche de tantas, el silencio. Nada debajo la cama. Una noche de tantas, pasos menos lentos. Nada dentro del armario negro. Una noche de tantas, ya no había puerta, sólo el balcón abierto.’ / Barcelona, 2020. By Gil Garriga - @ger_kaar▪️Follow my projects on:

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Your eyelids are heavy with drowsiness your mind is filled with cloudiness the due day was here, and you weren’t prepared. You attempted a task you shouldn’t have dared. You can’t concentrate, and you are groggy the air is damp and oh so foggy. But you were too busy! No time to waste Doing paperwork, computer work. (copy and paste) And so you had no time to go out and shop you started working and you couldn’t stop And now you have a price to pay for you have no candy on Halloween Day! The Treat or Tricksters they will be here! They filled your mind with thoughts of fear. For they brought cartons and cartons of eggs and cans of paint in heavy kegs. and toilet paper in fluffy rolls to trash your property like a mischievous trolls. And here they come! They’re down the street and so you make a quick retreat. You decorated your house so vigorously now you will be cleaning rigorously and *BAM* an egg has hit your home because this is the night that tricksters roam You called the police and were put on hold (you’re left to assume their feet got cold), And all because you missed something handy which is to say you had no candy and you only watch them helplessly as they messed up your home so recklessly. When the cops arrived then they were gone and left a dump for you to look upon. As quick as they came, suddenly they left and of all neatness your house was bereft--- There was toilet paper up in the trees (the sight almost made you fall onto you knees) eggs everywhere where they might ruin paint. But the next sight is the one that made you faint Painted in red were big letters in bold and upon examination, to you it told: “Happy Halloween Mr Peters! We were glad to be here .....Next time have candy.... or we’ll do this next year!”

ロンドンの何気無い日常を、愛している

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I love ordinary days in London .

And there he was again, after 16 years, the object of my self-undoing

handsome and vulgar, slimy as ever

Karma playing tricks again-I thought. But now -I thought

I am older and wiser, and I’ve seen happy times when he was away,

so it’s not going to be a problem to work together again

A lot of therapy and time stood between the open wounds

And what I had become, I reasoned.

I wanted to be reasonable

But what had I become? A childless, premenopausic, frustrated outcast?

Wanting to be reasonable but hurting myself again just 

because I didn’t fit into his narrow-minded world

I, always proud of being a square peg,

caught by the shame of not having