R. AUGUSTE BLANQUI, 17, NAHOJ TIPS, SABADO 2 OCTUBRE 2010. BUEN RECUERDO
Photo: My best friend from France Marie and I. @ Cours Julien, Marseille
R. AUGUSTE BLANQUI, 17, NAHOJ TIPS, SABADO 2 OCTUBRE 2010. BUEN RECUERDO
Photo: My best friend from France Marie and I. @ Cours Julien, Marseille
Craaazy dream. Yesterday night I dreamed I was here in Dominican Republic; and I was in my previous apartement, where my grandma is living right now. Well, anyway. I don’t know for what reason but everybody was preparing for war..
And no. There was no war. But there was this sort of governmental document everybody had to fill. It asked where we would like to go if an eminent war began. We could choose to go to any country in the world. (First awkward thing.) It results that my parents filled mine -without me knowing it- but there was a sort of error or something and I had to require the document to change it. So, that’s when I see my parents chose Portugal.
Umm.. Yeah. Why Portugal? I don’t have a fucking idea. Then, in my dream I found out it was because my parents thought there would not be war in Portugal, because it’s a bit isolated, they don’t have much problems, blablabla. And suddenly we went to the movies. (?!?!) But not the movies in Dominican Republic. The movies in Marseille, France. Precisely Le Prado, where I always went.. (??!?!!!)
Yeah. What the fuck? So whatever. I went alone to the movies to see the danger it was to go to Portugal for war. Well actually, my parents were there at first. But at the end of the movie they left and I stayed in the movies. And I feel asleep IN THE MOVIES. I DREAMED I FELL ASLEEP AT THE MOVIES, haha. Well so in the movie I was seeing there were all these galactic images, a sort of psychadelic movie
And then I don’t know why, but in the movie they said that Angelina Jolie could take power of Portugal (2nd very awkward moment)
Anyway. So I fell asleep at the cinema. I woke up and I left the movies. It seemed dark when I was walking towards the front door and when I get out, it was actually like 6PM so it wasn’t that dark. And I see Michelle Obama ROLLER SKATING. Hahaha, how crazy is that?! It’s not like I’ve seen her roller skate. I just dreamt that..
And she was so gracefull..
Anyhow. Finally, I went to see my parents and they were like: “Ok, you have to change the place! Portugal is so dangerous! Put Las Terrenas (Dom Rep)!” And I was like.. *whhaaaaaat* “You only want me to go to a place where there is no danger. AAAAAND I want to fight for any country! *REBELLION* I definitely want to help, I’m going to Portugal!”
And then, I woke up.. Craaaaaaazy dream. But I slept so well last night. Normally I get up at 6:30AM, 7AM.. (yes, i’m a morning person) and when I woke up I thought it was 9AM or something! (Actually, it was 7AM. *OOOOKAY*) But just saying that I felt I had slept more.. So there you go for my crazy dream.
(and sorry for my baaaad english.)
#justdreamed; Night of 22-23 may 2011
#np Sebastien Tellier - L’amour et la violence / Dis-moi ce que tu penses
And this is me. Good memories in Marseille. I miss it.
French Marseille people: Axel Korban, photographer.
French Marseille people: Lola Costa, dear fun don’t-give-a-shit friend. London and Rome w her were the best.
French Marseille people: Lola Jitiaux, fresh parisian, dear friends since I was 13. Very fun, wacky, ridiculous us.
French Marseille people: Lola Jitiaux, all in pink.
French Marseille people: Thamis Combier, semi brazilian semi french. Hot stuff drinking the morning coffee. Summer w her on her Vespa through the streets of Marseille going to random beaches.
French Marseille people: Arnaud Selve, studying architecture. One of the sweetest boys out there. Remember winter nights where we spent them talking foreign languages and laughing.
French Marseille people: Marie Douche, one of my true best friends in Marseille. Always available, sweet and great music taste. Remember our Thursday nights while everybody went to bed early because of school the other day, we went out to party and to get drunk and sleep at 3 or 4 or not sleep at all. The next day, I woke up and went to school anyway. Or those afternoons we sat in your couch w whisky, cigarettes and The Doors. Good memories.
French Marseille people: Florent Le Xuan, my 4 month gay bestfriend before I left Marseille. I really cared about him. Excellent music and style taste. Remember after college in your car, good music, cigarettes and planning our futur trips to entire Europe and Japan, and China and so on. I miss our friend confident relationship.
French Marseille people: Mohammed Mauranne, my love, my dear friend. This picture was actually taken by me in our theatre. L’Athanor Théâtre. I had the time of my life in this theatre. And Momo is one of the most charming, sweet guys I’ve met. Mio Beppo.
