Calendars: All : February
It is raining today. Reminds me of a poem I wrote last fall during a rainy night.
Talked a while with Maria last night about how Agustín yelled and bitched at me the night before.
"That's why I often don't like to talk with him," she sighed, "he is often so very, very angry."
One day, I thought to myself, one day you and I, my love, will be living together and I can leave Agustín behind. I opened my mouth and told her that. She smiled and rewarded me with a kiss. Mmmmm. Then we went and ate salad, pizza and a pitcher -- una jarra -- of sangria.
The screenplay continues. Only ten days left.
And tomorrow... tomorrow is Valentine's day... must do something special for this delightful woman.
She has her opera class tonight at the CECUT, so I won't be seeing her.