Sorrows of a Young Man

The sorrows of a young man in the city, being a palimpsest of Goethe's Werther.

Sunday, August 10, 2003

Look at me

Behaving like a silly kid. You see, there were some friends of her, and I was getting back to my car. And I was waiting for her to look at me, notice me staring at her, but she just continued talking to the guys. I'll keep this short 'cause I'm really tired now. So I got in the car, still waiting, looking. Nothing. It was like my heart was already saying a dozen final words to her. I was getting so sad, like... come on, look at me!
When I drove away I think she was giving me a glance, or maybe she just arranged her hair, I really don't know. And that's all for now, 'cause I need some sleep. Can't believe I'm so childish.

[Look at me]

Mad battle-screams

Jennifer's still away looking after the old dying lady. I drove up to that place and we were strolling through the streets in that town. What an old-fashioned and romantic little village. Really hot outside these days, and we were sitting down at this well. A kid came along with his pump-gun, so I joined and the little one got drowned. Jenn objected and protected the kid throughout the fight. I think she wasn't too happy that I didn't hold back, was giving mad battle-screams, then pretended to die in ugly ways. And ended up just lying on the ground, no movement. God, I really scared the kid.
Jenn was busy drying his clothes and giving me those looks. What a nice team they made. She was so caring, it just killed me.

[Mad battle-screams]


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