C'est ne pas possible. C'est absolument fou, que tu me manque déjà, comme ça.
I like it when the lights go out. Suddenly it's more present, more real. The altitude, the pressure, everything. I want to fully experience cabin fever as it's supposed to be. I want to feel like I'm in the verge of dying and love life that instant like never before. Embrace the panic and take a quick honest to life look at my hopes and needs. I know what I'll do and why. I can't chicken out now.
I know I won't have the balls to believe it's me, but what the hell? Here I go.
One should always pack half-drunk, it's way more fun. Specially on arrival.
Nous n'avons pas de temps pour ça, n'est-ce pas?
"Pensarte hasta partirme en dos o buscarle el alineado de plata a todo este asunto por ser", releo de mi puño y tecla lo que escribí la última vez que nos vimos. No, la última no, que andaba yo mucho más cínica y calmada, la anterior.
Unspokeness rules, if only for the illusion. Wishful thinking helps improve your self-esteem. True story.
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