WANT TO BE AN ASTRONAUT
saw my watch, it was June 1959 in the morning. my alarm went off, hits out of the 60's, 70's and 80's, the same songs day after day, I sang the lyrics that I knew perfectly, stayed in bed, singing without feeling a few minutes. I wore my orange overalls and went to the checkup. business as usual. I pressed a few buttons and left some eggs with ham on a baking sheet, I took it and went to sit at a plastic table near a window with the blinds closed. let the flavor come in, I closed my eyes and remember those sunny mornings, having breakfast, I like to think I was happier then than now, but memory brought bitter sorrow that was constant in those days, I wanted to not have felt so miserable, I wanted to return to the kitchen, I wanted so much to open the eyes that had the tiny hope of being in the house of my childhood, where he escaped one day never to return, if I knew what I know now, I would have stayed there. breakfasted nonprofit, listening to the silence that reigned. I opened the blinds and watched for the millionth time the infinite and dark space, with small points of light here and there. "I wanted to be an astronaut" rang in my head and went back to that day I decided, enough of everything and eager to escape from society, leaving the land and work completely alone in a space station hidden somewhere in the universe. I took my guitar and sang to all that crap and I hated all those people who could not stand, there, lost in space.
DINING WITH THE MOTHER
I hate my girlfriend's mom's Choni. was a lady very bitch. Choni's dad committed suicide when she was 7 years old and I do not blame him for anything. with this in mind I got a call one day that he shot a group of moose walked outside my window. 'Fucking moose! " yelled so there was no confusion. I took the phone, surprised because nobody spoke to me the house number. was my mother wanted to go to dinner with me. "I do not know, I have much work," she knew I lived on the efforts of my late father who did not work. "But I have things to do!" I ended up screaming, but she was very stubborn and had not as convincing, used all the tricks and I agreed just to shut up. I just moved to the appointed time for one of my hobbies. was an elegant restaurant known for good food. She had not arrived and had to wait two hours to come to that then I had eaten all the bread and had several times sent to bring more Beer. came in and said "I want to make clear that I hate you and want you to know I know you're no good for my daughter and you're a retard" "Hello my lady like this?" I said, making a funny. all this afternoon I received insult after insult between explanations of why a person like me should not even know someone like her nice the Choni. Just hold the punishment because each time going to the bathroom and took a picture of the Choni. "Oh Choni" he told the photo "give me strength to finish dinner with your mom" and she was cool she gave me all the courage I needed to grab not slap the monster from which it came. "It was a pleasure!" I shouted, exhausted, when he left. "Dining with the mother, eh?" A waiter told me he felt the entire world's compassion for me, "so, mate." I sighed, got up and went to make sweet love to the daughter of that fucking bitch.
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