Are you this man - unknown, uninvited, unexpected? Were you the perfect stranger in the suit, standing there, in the gallery - maybe smiling?

What could your eyes see? What was in your mind? Were you enjoying the view? What were you thinking about? Were you recalling something? Were you waiting for somebody?

I met a perfect stranger for the first time on Monday, January 16th, 2012, about midnight. They say sometimes, you're not aware of what you're needing until somebody else shows it to you; sometimes, you don't know you were missing something, until you happen to find it in a perfect stranger.

I dedicate this blog to my perfect stranger. Diego, Max, Jurgen - whatever your name is and whoever you might be, all I can say to you now is: «Enchantée. Thank you for meeting me, too. My pleasure.»

jeudi, mars 22, 2012

E-mailing Diego (I)

Protesto ante tu silencio. Extraño tu voz, extraño hablar con vos. SABELO.

Nadine.

PS: Me estoy enamorando de nuevo. Anoche finalmente le acepté una conferencia a un perfect stranger que me estuvo persiguiendo, sin éxito, desde el año pasado. Un escultor y artista plástico… I am sorry, está en mi naturaleza, no puedo evitarlo.

PS 2: Shame on you, apuesto a que Jurgen amordazó a Max, y ahora Diego está viviendo su monótona vida burguesa exenta de pasiones fuertes… 
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