booktowrite

Dear Madrid,

This is an open love letter to the city. From your beautiful parks full of life and light to your endless bars constantly blooming with people of all ages… elderly ladies laughing and sharing wine at little tables on the pavement outside of cafes at 11:30am whilst young children play football beside them. Pug Dogs caress the sidewalks and often drag their humans...
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It was another one of our Spanish parties at which the guests were all punk rockers and doctors. We had a special guest from France there too. Within the first hour I met a beautiful young lady who was wearing the perfume that you always wore. As she spoke to me, and the scent filled the air, I was filled every emotion from desire to...
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I fell asleep last night and dreamed that we took cyanide together. After we had taken it, knowing that death was inevitable, embracing in one last carnal dance, I felt an overwhelming sense of despair for my parents knowing that they would find us and question everything and suffer immeasurable pain. I regretted our decision. You asked ‘is that it, will we both die?’ and...
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Walking home, headlong into the night and into this driving rain. Its beautiful life-giving force reminds me all the more that I am alone. The yellow glow of lamplight whispers ‘you wanted it this way’ and as I stumble upon my way I pull out my phone and try to call you… there is no answer and I place the phone back into my pocket...
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A week spent pushing the limits. Too much alcohol. Too little sleep. Too many interactions. Too many emotions. Finally the play, the dance, the decay… the constant striving of people for sex… driven by the genetic coding deigned to cause every living species to procreate, and yet humans do it with less finesse than any other species. We get drunk and turn into a species...
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A walk in the cold night air shortly after the Madrid sun has sunk and the sky is pink and orange. Past the institute of biodiversity and the water features I walk and I am dazzled by the beauty of this city, and I am proud to witness these sights walking so close to my own home. Moments later I am with friends; Spanish, French,...
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There is this natural, untouched beauty in abundance and there are so many things that I would love to show to you, so many things that I’d love to share with you. Then I remember… you’re gone, you’ve moved on, you no longer care, and it is simply pathetic that I am still thinking of you as you create new memories with new lovers. Each...
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Sometimes the arrogance of your stupid youth is frustrating to me but, ultimately, I know that you will learn the lessons we all learn. I just hope that you have written down some of my words so that, one day, you can look back and say ‘he was right about this’. I suppose, ultimately, it doesn’t matter… we all lead different lives and at 41...
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Searching for words to describe a feeling, a fear, a fall when sometimes it seems there is no escape from it all and the ruthless machine simply grinds on and on. People come and go rapidly because, as the twenty-first century blisters away, everybody wants new new new new. Our fast-food high-speed internet junkie culture kills our concentration and our imagination and makes us seek...
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