From Santiago to Valpo, Valpo to Laguna, Laguna to Valpo, and then Santiago again… among three places, with a bigger presence of Valparaíso. From Dorada to Escudo, and occasionally piscola… but avoiding the excesses that render me remorseful. Like Keops.
Unpunctual games with Claudia, with growing feelings, not very far from being mawkish, and limited by an hindrance sadly perceived. And Juande appearing and vanishing repeatedly. Eventually working at the hostel, but otherwise a quite work-free existance, which I should use wiser.
“The mansion on the waning moon”, partially written (of course, in spanish). Easier and more rewarding than other longer projects. “Roswell”, stalled, because of the laryngitis (I assume) and the fear of visualizing rhythmic structures uncommon in metal or rock (not considering Meshuggah and others)… the badness and goodness of Diego having some percussionist training. Gotta practice.
Sharing room with Daniel and Puru. Partying, until it becomes boring or annoying… something which is lately turning likely.
Cold… and more people that reappeared, though I was the reappeared myself.
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