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rabbit black and red tent

Music - The New Pornographers - sweet talk, sweet talk (after reading listen, but listen)
Photography - gp - sony A100 f 5.6 t 1 / 60

There is a jumping competition for rabbits. In Copenhagen. I always knew that the north are more advanced, more northward in short ... Soon we will start the training. Searching trainer course. In the meantime, I practice in standing on two legs and stretch well ... it begins always with the stretching of the rest.

I do this for a very practical purpose: trying to unbutton my tent. I want to learn to jump up and take it without noticing, without expect it. It is not easy because it is always tied to itself (or herself (I was never sure)) to almost a meter high. Do not budge. I talk and look at me, staring. Play, smile, sometimes opens the window to smoke a cigarette ... then I want to say is the most dangerous thing for a tent. I intend to smoke, do not open the window.
Meanwhile, however, it moves slightly and continuously. The air coming out carries with it a bit 'of smoke. Profumo. Cigarette Mixed tent. Mixed with the smell of the tent.
precisely in those moments I miss my old house, I do not know why, but it is. Old walls, wallpaper, worn, sofas scattered, faded tiles, walls, and strangely drawn ... I laugh! I always laugh when I hear the air smells best in the world. From when I was there. Only it was. Ride the tent and also the red became more red. I spoke to the clouds of cardboard that I like to draw and cut out and then hang on the walls.
She does not like clouds. Much of what interests me and which I speak seems to be indifferent.
I promised then to bring her to see the clouds. But those details that are formed only in Australia. Develop as in horizontal tubes, rolls short. Called the Morning Glory. Fuck what a nice name for a cloud. Morning Glory ... if I were a cloud, even one of those cardboard cut-out that I would like that name. In fact I'll write with a pen in large letters and indelible confused in the steam. In red. Then I would bring the
Australia in Guatemala, to see Lake Izabal. There, Aug. 15, the Aborigines are a big party. It should not be bad for a black rabbit and a red curtain to take part in such a thing. Maybe if I win the jumping competition ... but if you do not win. 50,000 Aboriginal people, yes fifty thousand aborigines, who dance the night with the light of the stars reflected in the lake, the warm center characteristic of america, sweaty skin dances, music of the earth ...
perhaps also like the red curtain