How I met Ssandro.

I never talked to him, neither did he.

But one lazy afternoon in Tallahassee,
Trapped at a tiny editing room, which didn't have any single window,
I sighed and...said to myself..."Desire are already memories."

"That's from Invisible Cities."
I turned and saw he was there.

Yes, that's how we became friends.
We didn't have to say more. That's what I needed for friend.

Invisible Cities.

When a man rides a long time through wild regions he feels the desire for a city.
Finally he comes to Isidora,
a city where the buildings have spiral staircases encrusted with spiral seashells,
where perfect telescopes and violins are made,
where the foreigner hesitating between two women always encounters a thrid,
where cockfights degenerate into bloody brawls among the bettors.
He was thinking of all these things when he desired a city. Isidora, therefore, is the city of his dreams: with one difference. The dreamed-of city contained him as a young man; he arrives at Isidora in his old age.
In the square there is the wall where the old men sit and watch the young go by; he seated in a row with them.

Desires are already memories.

William Butler Yeats

It was when I just turned 20 years old that I first found this poem.
"Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love."
I couldn't sleep and I still can't sleep.

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
-------------William Butler Yeats

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
Nor likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before
Nor law, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death

the best Cappuccino...maybe?

I used to go to Insomnia Cafe every night.
I showed up around 10 pm,
walked to the counter
and ordered "a single Cappuccino with non-fat milk."
That was my night routine.

On one night, as always,
I stepped to the counter to order.
The waiter was busy with doing something else, as if he didn't see me.

I knew his name. He remembered my name.

I waited. I had enough time to kill.
A few more seconds passed. He turned and I said...
"Hot chocolate, please"

You should have seen his face at the moment.
A mixture of something came over his face.
Yeah, he already extracted the espresso for my Cappuccino.


Waiting for my hot chocolate,
I was looking at the espresso.

It could have been the best Cappuccino in the world that I didn't take.