vakar gāju pa Satekles ielu un dzēru 14 grādīgo kokteili un pēc tam Avotu ielas nočņikā paņēmu vēl vienu. man ielēja tādā makdonalda papīra glāzē un iedeva salmiņu. tad es pālī mājās skatījos one punch man. šodien cēlos pirms 7.

esmu šodien izdarījis vismaz trīs lietas, par kurām jau sen vilcinājos.

THERE ARE MEN COMING TO REPAIR.

And then, they make their early diagnosis.
They look at you and detect you.
They land in your little world like Columbus in America. But they don't conquer you. They don't even plunder you. They don't even cheat on you.

They only bring love in jars. And they do what they have to do for you. For your soul. Because of your pain.
Because of the desire you had to find something different in life. There are men who know. Still not knowing. Still unsuspicious.

Still not fully aware of the importance they are. They know with another wisdom. Smile with other smiles.
They say in other words. They do magic. There are men like that. I swear to you. I've seen them. I know them. I watch them perform.

From far or close. I admire them. I'll get the chip out as soon as they arrive. Sometimes I get excited about them.
Because they have art in their hands. They open you in the middle. And you don't distrust a second.
Because they are friends. But they are not common friends. They're weird friends. They're friends from other sides. They're star buddies.

They're coming. They do. They say. They look. Come on. They will always like you. They will always love you how you want to be loved.
You will always love them as they want you to love them. It's something else. Another thing. They will arrive to fulfill destiny.
They're coming to make your life better for a while. To return a favor of some time. To sign a pact. Because they are something else.

Deeper. Stranger. More able to stay inside you. Because these men will live in those places where you don't let anyone in.
Because you will stay inside them like a girl who stares at the sea on the beach at night.

There are men who arrive to repair women who repair. Because they were born for that. To heal those who heal.
To heal those who heal. Because we're partners. Beloved. Lovers. Loving.

And when two companions this pretty collide, get together, intertwine, love each other in their own way, the universe celebrates.
The universe thanks.

šodien arīdzen salaboju darba galda atvilknes rokturi, kurš saplīsa pirms gada Liepājā.