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.»

lundi, septembre 24, 2012

RANDOM

Nos vi en ese bar. Los cafishios suelen ser hombres que usufructúan los servicios de las señoras. Bueno, yo soy yo. Y te llevé a un bar deviant. Y negocié...

Me llevaste a cenar a Moon. Black tie, mangas impecables, gemelos, cabello bien prolijo. "This is my fiancé." Usábamos anillos. Tus modales elegantes, tu conversación entretenida. Pero en todo momento, te mostrabas mucho más que complaciente conmigo. Servicial. O más bien, servil. Ellos se dieron cuenta. Vos eras my slave...

Max y Vanity-Mia, en una rendezvous a bordo del RMS Queen Mary, actualmente anclado y funcionando como hotel en Long Island. (Sería casi surrealista...)

One of my favs: Te canto y te bailo una coreo de "Cabaret". Frutillas con crema...


Cómo sacar todo esto de mi sistema, si escribirlo sólo lo enciende...

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