Friday night in that dark smokey rock-n-roll bar is the place I m going to whole week long. Is a place where I dance till I fall, drink wine till I’m drunk, kiss till I’m enough, sing till I can’t talk… and more and more and more. Is a place where I want to finish my week. Where I do finish my week. She put my dress off in the middle of the dance hall and I’m left in shorts with a glass of red wine. In the morning I will put my dress on again and will go in the morning to morning. In the morning to morning.
There are a lot of men in y life. There a lot of men in my life I want to be in touch with. I care about. I\m interested in. I don’t mind. I’m disgusted. I play with. I don’t like.

there is just one man I want and I love.
But there are a lot of men in my life who do own my feelings.

I gather them in that dark smokey bar in Friday night.
I gather them all because I can gather people whom u don’t really care about.
If they find a girl here u will just laugh more. And care less.

But that Friday – when there were 3 dates of mine together and I came last in the car with 4th, I felt nothing but tiredness. Sleepy tiredness which made me sleep this week in library and in university. At work and at the bar table (which is much better then under bar table, - he laughed at me). I was sitting in the window, holding my naked legs, ruined with this week and this week of silent quarrel we had with zver’. Quarrel which made me surround myself with men in silly wish of revenge and self-confident.
I was sitting in the window, holding my naked legs, when I received a message – message that Matteo now – in Greece – remembering Krisis Janra.

I glanced around myself realizing strongly that I wish one single person here. That actually in my life I wish just couple of persons. That actually in my life there are just couple of persons I am ready die for. Just couple of persons I know I’m tighed stong with feelings u can call “reall”, u can call «настоящие».