2003-10-07 / 11:33 a.m.

(éste es yo, ahora)

I'm standing on a balcony somewhere on a mountainside, staring down the cliff at the ground below. M. is down there trying to get up, scrambling through the brush, trying to climb up. She's singing a wonderful pop song. Everytime she pauses after the chorus, we sing back to her: Avec! Avec!. When she finally reaches the top, I proclaim: Te amo!.

She ignores me.

last night ... tonight