The sun woke me up this morning. I was able to breathe all night long. I stayed at Saul’s place last night. On his futon. In the living room. The sun woke me up and said, I don’t care that you went to bed at 2am, you have forgotten that I exist.
I went outside to get coffee. I think I am the only one who drinks coffee out of my friends. The one who doesn’t smoke, who doesn’t drink, who doesn’t but lotto tickets needs one vice. Coffee. I get away with it because I am Cuban.
I was on Flatbush. It was early and the cars zoomed by and it wasn’t until I was walking back from Dunkin Donuts to get their not so good coffee did I realize it was noisy. The sun beamed on me the whole time. Words ran through my mind, jumped and splashed on pavement. I didn’t notice. Noise. And when I noticed the amount of cars, the people on the streets, the buses screeching I didn’t really care. I had the sun.
So, it looks like I am spending the next few weeks hopping around coz I can’t stay at my best friend’s place. Three dogs, three cats and me can’t co-exist in the same space unless I am willing to sacrifice my breathe. And Barbarita can not sound like she has a cold on stage.