It´s refreshing to be back in Bucharest, where most of my family and friends live, I let myself be dragged into its moist grip, I venture in it like in the arms of a lover.
As I do it, I´m trying to get a grasp of myself in the mirrors of the city. I sometimes catch a glimpse of my old self, familiar gestures go through me with the violence of an ambush. I go to the same places and although they smell the same, they bring me in a slight state of faint.
The 30s are great-
You don´t need to pretend anymore
To like whatever you didn´t like at 20
Like eating ceviche or reading Kafka, for example.
Except for the lamentations in my head
And the biological clock- God, how I hate being a mortal!
The 3os are great
People are not as insecure anymore
And they´re more straightforward, too.
You can be odd and it´s cool
`Cause what is cool, really?
I wouldn´t know- never been cool
Always on the other side
The deeper the cut
The higher the heels.
December 2015
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