“LLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, wake up”
“stop screaming”
“You have to wake up, go work”
“ I don’t want to”
“Shut up and go work”
“I hate you”
Yes. I really hate her because she didn’t understand me. I’m so sad, because I’m in love and she doens’t understand love. How can it happen ?
FICTIONAL DIALOGUE
You: Hey you, I’ve already known you.
Me: Really?
You: Yes. I’ve been waiting for you.
Me: For how long?
You: Since I remember.
Me: How long?
You: All of my life.
Me: Really?
You: Yes, it’s true.
Me: Make sense to me
You: because it’s true.
Me: And what you’ve been doing?
You: Get bored.
Me: Why?
You: ‘Cause you weren’t here.
Me: And now?
You: Now I’m happy
Me: Cool.
REAL DIALOGUE
You: Hei you.
Me: Hi!
You: What do you do?
Me: I work.
You: Ok.
Me: You?
You: I work too.
Me: Cool.
You....
Me ...
You: So?
Me: What?
You: Do you spend much time here?
Me: No.
You: Me neither.
Me: Ok.
You: And?
Me: What?
You: Where are you from?
Me: São Paulo.
You: Cool.
Me: Yeah. You?
You: U.S
Me: Great. Is is cold there?
You: Not really.
Me: Ah!
You: Yeah.
Me: I think I should go now. I have to do something.
You: Ok. C ya.
Me: Cya.
I missed him. I missed him painfully. Physically. But in, fact, he’s never been here with me. The most strange is that he’s always here. Can you understand that?
“Stop talking nonsense, Lucia”.
She always says that to me. She calls me Lucia, but is not my name. I read it in a short story by Rubem Fonseca. Do you know him? Rubem is so cruel. He makes me feel sad, but one day i read “Lucia McCartney” and guess what? It’s my story. In a different way, of course, but everything is there: She likes him so much and she doesn’t know anything about his life.
Me: I was missing you.
You: Now I’m here.
Me: I’m happy.
You: What do you want do do?
Me Just talk.
You: Are you sure?
Me: Why?
You: ‘Cause I want to kiss you.
Me: Where?
You: Your neck.
Me: Sounded good.
You: It is. And I can kiss you more if you want.
Me: I want.
You: I can kiss your nips.
Me: mmm
You: And I can touch you, can you feel it?
Me: Yes.
You: And ...
And, and, and. I was about to faint. My god, really I could die. And, and, and. I was wet. And, and, and. I was open. And, and, and. I was speecheless. My heart was bitting faster and my face was so red, ‘cause it was really hot.
“You’re so stupid”. She always says that and it’s true. I’m pretty stupid, but who cares?
Yesterday it was Sunday and I didn’t have nothing to do and I missed him so much, because I miss him all the time. So I went out. I walked without going anywhere. I walked for about na hour and then I went to the supermarket. I spent the whole afternoon checking the product’s prize.
A can of tomatoe’s sauce = R$ 0,75
A package of maisena cook = R$ 0,45
A box of tea = R$ 1,19
A can of bear = R$ 0,49
A botlle of juice = R$ 1,19
A bar of soap = R$ 1,05
A coffe glass = R$ 0,25
A water glass = R$ 0,80
“LLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, wake up. You have to work”.
“I’m feeling sick”.
“You have to eat something”.
“I’m sick”.
THE DOCTOR OFFICE’S
Doctor: What are you feeling?
Me: Nothing.
Doctor: Open your mouth.
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Doctor: Ok. Is it hurt?
Me: No.
Doctor: Why are you here?
Why? I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to sleep, I don’t want to work, I don’t want to wake up, I don’t want to comb my hair, I don’t want to brush my teeth, I don’t want to walk, I don’t want to rest, I don’t want to shower, I don’t want to breath, i don’t want to...
“Lucia, stop being so stupid”
FICTIONAL DIALOGUE
Me: Are you married?
You: Course not.
Me: Why not?
You: I was waiting for you.
Me:You’re manking fun of me.
You: Course not, I love you.
Me: really?
You: Yes.
Me: I think I love you too.
You: Course you love me.
REAL DIALOGUE
Me: Are you married?
You: Yes.
Me: Ah!
You: But I like talking to you.
Me: i like talking to you too.
You: And you?
Me: I have a BF
You: Do you like him?
Me: Yes
You: Ok.
Me: Yeah.
I decided not talk to him. Yes it would be better. Maybe i could only see if he’s there. He’s there, but I won’t talk to him.
I WON’T TALK TO HIM
I WON’T TALK TO HIM
I WON’T TALK TO HIM
I WON’T TALK TO HIM
I WON’T TALK TO HIM
I WON’T TALK TO HIM
I WON’T TALK TO HIM
You: Hey you.
Me: I can’t talk to you.
You: Why?
Me: ‘Cause I can’t.
You: You can.
Me: No, I can’t.
You: You’re alreday talking.
Me: Yes, but I won’t.
You: I was missing you.
Me: ...
You: I want to kiss your neck.
Me: And?
You: And...
And, and, and. I’m still here, talking to him and I can hear my friend screaming:
“LLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, stop talking to him. Stop being stupid”
And it’s funny, because I know that’s nosense, but I really don’t care.
