1:03 AM
Just walking my way home after good sex.
It's Saturday night, and even though there's more people than other days in the streets, it's so cold they scape early to go home.
I encounter some groups of boys hearing me sending audios to friends. They sometimes say something back mocking my Spanish, but there's something pleasuring in hearing it because it makes me feel special or different.
Some others eating late night kebabs, others finishing the last glass of wine of the night.
I listen to my favorite songs while observing the Renacentist city balconies.
The walk through the forest it's deep, dark and silent, and in this part of the city there's that much of fog, that I can't see the other street lamps. It can be terrifying for some people walking this late here, but for me, it's just so relaxing.
How much I missed this. I'm entering in my happy bubble again.
