31 de octubre

i wake up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep. it is almost a week now that i've been sleeping not more than four hours per night. i have this recurring dream in which at some point i meet this girls, always a different one, and as i am about to put a flower in her hair the thought of a certain senorita suddenly creeps in and wakes me up and then i just spend hours tossing & turning in bed caught in spirals of ifs and whatnots until daybreak.

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so here i am, before seven, as the sun comes up,
drinking coffee in some rooftop terrace in kathmandu.