23.04.2005 Amor No Existe

This is my first sentence in the morning and I feel like writing something light and senseless. The sun is beckoning me. Another bright and sunny autumn day here in the suburbs of Buenos Aires. The river mocha coloured with bright orange and yellow leaves touching down on its oily surface. The petrol reflections of the sky and the smell of diesel are making me beam.

21.04.2005 I Can´t Get No-ho Calefacción!

Calefacción, and I try, and I try... When I'm ridin' round the world, and I'm doin' this and I'm signin' that and I'm tryin' to make some girl, who tells me: Baby, better come back maybe next week 'cause you see I'm on a losing streak. I can't get no. Oh, no, no, no. Hey, hey, hey, that's what I say. I can't get no, I can't get no, I can't get no calefacción, no calefacción. No calefacción, no calefacción. Thanks for the words, Mick. You say it.

21.04.2005 Something Got Me Started

I am in a locutorio, an internet/telephone shop, and everything starts to take shape. My language, my knowledge of this particular barrio (quarter) and my feelings towards Argentina. I am glad I made this move. The smiling stranger is getting it together. How are you all doing out there???

21.03.2005 Die deutschen Kampfrentner

Ein Monolog am Eisbach im Englischen Garten, München. Protolliert im September 2000

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