Where Does Emily18 Live

Gràcia is not the neighborhood that was before it got all those noisy people. As Pocoyo, which does not stop turning corners with truck pending scrapping, while rummaging in the garbage and crouches showing her bank in the back of his pants, clutching a gas stove and upload it to your vehicle atrotinado. As the Mistress, what happens when a nap under my balcony, hitting a gas cylinder in your shopping cart with a metal key. As the mermaid, which delivers pizzas on board his motorcycle with the exhaust pipe rigged. As the painter, who continues to break tiles aboard his skateboard table, jumping to fuck nap.

abound in the neighborhood sounds that make me eyes off after my granny glasses, the issue of Big Brother 24 hours to lose my sight on the balcony from which the unpleasant cacophony. People who knows me knows that I resent the meaningless noise. So I seek refuge away from my neighborhood. Although I enjoy reading, I love bookstores. Dan Peace. Although not a believer, I like the churches for the same reason. Although not a dog, I love walks in the parks. If I want to find, look for there, in those silent places.

Last week I went to one of my two favorite bookstores in the city, seeking to silence. The Central. It was a Wednesday night. I walked hastily before the blinds go down that establishment, although in February it appears that nothing is urgent. I went into its labyrinth of shelves full of works. Was not what I wanted, so I asked a cashier for the theater section. I looked at her with huge eyes, as if he had asked for the path to the moon, instead of looking at me with a face of disgust, his face that were about to close. He pointed upstairs with his hand with three rings.

ascended the stairs two at a time to buy quickly. The truth libraries should have wooden stairs to climb to the top floor. They keep their best secrets out of print or rare books. As in Shakespeare and Co, in Paris. A play looking for a friend who wants to be a playwright. And that order could only be there.

I selected a volume that will help you write your first text to represent on stage. It is his dream, and dream dreams tend strongly to become reality. Sis I decided by Jordi Galceran comedies. Behind me in the bar of the bookstore, Argentina and a English-speaking elderly in future literary projects. There were like old friends, while retaining the physical distances between them, as if they were polar opposites attract is rejected and the same time.

I figured in the same situation in twenty years, when the girl who wants to write plays is a recognized author. Although the library was about to lower their shutters, I sat near them with a coffee, and listened to the dialogue when he is older and is in the same place with this woman who has already succeeded. I wrote down phrases to say then, stealing of that conversation between old friends on the top floor of the library's Central, just before they closed the doors for that day and the cashier charged me big eyes.

I went out. Returned to the neighborhood. Pocoyo

turned a corner with his truck awaiting scrapping. Verdi in the street, the Mistress beaten with a metal key a gas cylinder in your cart. The Little Mermaid parked his motorcycle with the exhaust tips on a narrow sidewalk to deliver a pizza. The painter did not stop to break tiles aboard his skateboard table in the plaza of the Viceroy. Gràcia is not what it was.

PS: The music is from the Llum . Moltes gràcies. Tens bon gust.