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Vorigan Torpor C2: KatKat
October 10th, 2008
Fine, thanks to Amy, this one is the first time that I'll try this; so here we go … how do I beggin?... I've noticed that Amy initiates this way: Dear Diary … Ha! It doesn't sounds bad. Here we go…
I cannot sleep. I am sat in the bed without anything more to do rather than this. Maybe am I suffering insomnia? I doubt it. Probably it is the feeling I get from this place. I have never liked road hotels. In addition, this one takes the biggest prize for the most horrifying place on earth.
I'm not comfortable at all. Why can Amy sleep so peacefully and I don't? I suppose that it is because I'd never been able to rest in strange or crowded places.
Or probably it could be my guilt. Some would call it "conscience"; I call it "my stupid sense of being pursuit ". It is not new at all for me, I've had it always and every time that Amy gave me her money so I could buy our "Hippie"; every evening that we esc
TORPOR 2: Kat SpanishKat
10 de Octubre, 2008
Está bien, gracias a Amy, esta es la primera vez que intento esto; así que aquí vamos ¿Cómo se empiezan estas cosas?.. Siempre he visto que Amy inicia así: Querido diario ¡Ja! No suena tan mal. Aquí vamos
No puedo dormir. Me encuentro sentada en la cama sin nada más que hacer esto. ¿Será que ahora comienzo a padecer de insomnio? Lo dudo. Quizá sea la mala espina que me produce este sitio. Nunca me han gustado los hoteles de carretera. Además, este se gana el premio mayor al lugar más espeluznante de todos los tiempos.
No me siento para nada cómoda aquí ¿Por qué Amy si puede descansar plácidamente donde sea y yo no? Supongo que es porque nunca he podido dormir en lugares extraños o concurridos.
O quizá pueda ser mi sentido de culpabilidad. Algunos le llamarían "conc
VORIGAN TORPOR C1- english
October 10th, 2005
Don't know what else should I tell you; since what I've already told you up to 5 minutes ago.
What was going to be the biggest adventure of my life, now has cost me what could have been the most valuable time of all my existence.
It would be a day of trip since we left and went into route 66. And though from the beginning it was foreseen that the way towards our dreams, California, was farther than two days of road without rest; it just fair to my body that it aimed me for a bed … either a bath didn't sound as a bad idea. You know? I have the theory that if …
- Would you stop doing that?
- do what?
- Writing in that stupid book, it makes me sick!
Then … Where I was? Damn, she did it again! But the worst thing is that I cannot say or debate nothing to her, since she's always upset; besides, it is Katherine who's driving right now.
- In fact, you should make something productive for both of
Beyond Your soul- chp1 to 3
Beyond your soul
Chapter I: Dark Loneliness
The drops of rain were sounding against the ceiling.
Only the tenuous light that was crossing through the windows was the only thing that was illuminating the sacrarium. Where she looked at, those big religious statues were accompanying her lugubriously in her sorrow. She cried in an attempt to avoid looking into the place where his inert body laid, that one that she loved. Nevertheless, in occasions she tried to look a little bit to check that nothing of this was true; she wanted to believe that he was still by her side.
Now, she was weak because of her grief, cursing the terrible end that life gave him. Her sadness was preventing her from acting as usual. She looked pale, since she was lacking appetite. She looked like a living dead.
After so much lament and misery, her body was increasingly weak, until she remained slept in the sit of that sad place. In her deep dream, she listened how two voices wer
TORPOR 01: Spanish
10 de octubre de 2008
No sé qué más escribirte; aparate de lo que ya te he dicho hasta hace 5 minutos.
Lo que sería la más grande aventura de mi vida, ahora me ha costado lo que aluna vez pudo llegar a ser el más valioso tiempo de toda mi existencia.
Ya sería un día de viaje desde que partimos y nos adentramos en la ruta 66. Y si bien desde el principio estaba previsto que el camino hacia nuestros sueños, California, estaba a más de dos días de carretera sin descanso; era y es justo que ya mi cuerpo suplique por una cama un baño tampoco le vendría mal. ¿Sabes? Tengo la teoría de que si
- ¿Qué acaso no podrías dejar de hacer eso?
- ¿Hacer qué?
- Escribir en ese estúpido libro ¡Me enferma!
Entonces ¿en qué iba? ¡Demonios, lo hizo de nuevo! Pero lo peor es que no puedo decirle o debatirle nada, ya que la mayoría de oca
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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