Jul 19, 2009 14:58
In my dream last night we were in a car driving through the streets of another small Colombian town at night. You looked at me like you used to and said, "I'm not going to love you and look at you like I used to." I said I didn't care as long as we were together, and again, you looked at me like you used to and kissed me like you'd been waiting to all your life. A crazed man ran into the street and threw a beer bottle straight up in the air, howled and ran. It crashed in the street we were supposed to drive down, and he did it again. In fits of laughter, we took a different way to where we were always going.
I could live in that dream.