August

This August was good to me. It was a good friend, with its ups and downs, just like all friends. It hasn't been like other months that are quite disagreeable just by looking at them so prodigiously long with their 31 days and nights. I was infinitely impoverished. However, I had a lot more of work. My car was broken 3 times, but I got to remember the routes of all bus lines. I realized that the Torreón-Gómez no longer go all the way downtown. I got 3 new classes that I won't get paid for until November, but it doesn't matter because by then I'll be getting such a huge check that I'd rather not tell you since I might as well spend it all instead. I sent music kits of my band including CDs, DVDs and biography to only 4 record houses that are interested in our concept. I bought the Los Toreros Muertos compilation. My room has gone a true mess because of so many darn willinglessly-piled-up-and-conciously-forgotten papers. I finally was able to be updated as far as all my job reports are involved. Santos is the super-leader of the league. Shamra has elected me once again for their following anthology! That makes me real happy. I got invited to at least 3 completely different job projects. And I think I can do it all. One of my best friends, my brother in fact, is in big trouble and he's got me all worried about him, so much that I haven't slept well. But it's September already. And September is coming along as if it were an avalanche. August, however, has been like an awakening.
Like a reality check. Like once again spreading out my wings. As if, at last, being able to recognize the horizon afar... up from the clouds...


Original Spanish version here