dotinthesky | Everybody's got to live their life, and God knows I've got to live mine...

Now I'm home, in my temporary home. I'm back in England. I'm freezing my ass to the sound of a dripping faucet. I'm going blind with the glare of a grey sky. I'm sleepy and my throat is dry. But wait, let me tell you of the journey that brought me from there (Brasil, the sacred wonderkind) to here (England, poor blind mice).

These travelling things take time, and when it comes to hanging out in airports I'm the most inept that ever stepped. Haha. I just don't know where to start my tale. I hate writing linearly. I guess I woke up one day, and it was a Monday, and it was time for me to go to the airport and leave my family behind. Then in his charming car, my charming brother dropped me outside the slightly non-complex Londrina Airport. I was leaving what I loved; I had to tell myself someone so handsome should not care. And so I didn't.

Time travelling forward: Kevin and I, lying on our red couch last night, listening to some MP3s I brought back with me (recorded during that time I was at Henrique's, when I was downloading music like mad). Kevin starts to laugh when T.A.T.U.'s version of How Soon is Now? comes on. We are only human, even if fake lesbian human, and we need to be loved just like any other struggling Russian artist does.

Time travelling back: When I arrived in Sao Paulo, I had two options: either I stayed in the airport for 12 hours, did some internet, got bored silly, and ate a lot of cake or I booked myself into an airport hotel, went for a swim and worked on my tan, watched inhouse movies (boing chicky chicky boing boing), ate room service, took a nap naked and arrived fresh and sedated to the check in line up. Toss a coin and guess what I chose.

Time travelling forward: Kevin lit up Candle and introduced me to his new NINE little friends! They are the sort that can float in water, but since we knew that two bodies inside a bathtub never manage to keep the water still, we placed the little things around us and tried (barely) to discern the sky from our skylight. Nobody got drowned.

Time travelling back: I reach the airline counter and hand over my passport and ticket. The girl snickers at my 13 year old photo, then rushes about. When she comes back, she has good and bad news. The bad news: they overbooked the flight. The good news: she is bumping me up to Business Class! WooHoo. Hand in Glove, I promise not to tell our secret to any of the other passengers or let any light shine out of my behind. Good luck and have a safe trip.

Time travelling forward: I'm unemployed, I'm in London. We have no curtains in our bedroom so I wake up with the sun and with endless hugs and kisses from Kevin. I stake my claim to the couch and will probably stay here for the next few hours. You, cybernetic freak, must stay on my arm for, if you are in my little friend's list then you must be a little charmer. I need to go grocery shopping, wash this crummy hair of mine, listen to sexy music and dance with a glass of champagne, decree that life is taking and not giving (the art world is mine and owes me a living), cling to the bathtub when I take my 3rd bath of the day and generally eat a lot of cake. I want to kiss somebody underneath an iron bridge.

Time travelling back: We got served champagne, liquors, orange juice, tons of magazine, entree, main course and dessert. I made friends with the Argentinian man beside me (he also got bumped up; we felt like trash that got accidentally mixed with the caviar). Nobody ended up with sore lips, thank god. Just the usual conversations of what you do? where do you go? why did you leave? what are we going to do about staying so far away from Brazil? Will you slash my wrists if I slash yours? No need to be so dramatic, the stewardess seemed to say as she handed us our 4th glass of wine, you are only flying Businees Class! You are still oh so far away from 1st class. I was sitting in the corridor so I didn't get to see any blue sky, any fluffly clouds. I only have that photo, from the top, taken by Meire, to remind me of Brazil when you are walking the streets and you look up.

Current Mood: lethargic
Current Music: The Smiths - Hatful of Hollow