SANGRE

 En junio de 2010 me fui a Paris a ver a Adan. Me di una hostia enorme en el aeropuerto de Charles de Gaulle y sangraba por todo el tren. La gente no se queria sentar a mi lado por que mi pierna no paraba de sangrar y me miraban todos como perro raro. Fue un dia increible, por que me sali de la parada Bastille y sangraba por toda la calle. Un nino pequeno me dio unas servilletas que le dio su madre para mi, y me limpie la pierna. Pero todavia sangraba un monton. Al final encontre la casa de Adan, en Bastille y me quede en la ducha por mucho tiempo. La sangre callea de monton, y las cicatrices quedan aun 2 anos despues. mi recuerdo para siempre de paris, adan, y mi cumple del 2010

In June of 2010 I went to Paris to see Adan. I fell down the escalators at the Charles de Gaulle airport and started to bleed all over the place. I boarded the train and was bleeding profusely, it was like a beating heart in my leg. No one would sit next to me on the train, everyone would just stare at my leg in disgust. A small boy came over to me with napkins that his mum had given him for me. It was an incredible day because I was in Bastille and I was going to see Adan. I finally found Adan's house. I met Sacha for the first time with my bleeding leg, and Spock too. I stayed in the shower for eternity while my leg bled down the drains. The blood fell in puddles, the scars on my leg still remain two years later, my souvenir forever from paris, adan, and my birthday in 2010.

 Hace una semana o mas fui con Ben al concierto de Andy Clockwise en un club que se llama Sayers. Lo pasamos genial, bailamos como animales y fue increible. Despues de salir para volver a casa nos vino gritando una chica, al principio no sabiamos que pasaba y paramos un segundo. La chica volvio gritandonos en la calle "han cuchiado a mi hermano!" El corazon me temblo y Ben fue a ayudarla, se fue a ver donde estaba su hermano y lo persigue. El tio estaba en el suelo con dos policias deteniendo sus piernas, estaba sangrando mucho mas que mi pierna en Paris. El sangraba a lo monton. Mi corazon paraba y no podia moverme, nos fuimos corriendo al coche y Ben conducio a casa por que no pude yo. Cuando llegamos a casa los dos no podiamos hablar, temblabamos los dos y no sabiamos ni como hablar uno al otro.

About a week ago Ben and I went to see our friend Andy Clockwise play at Sayers. It was grand, we danced like animals and it was incredible. Afterwards we went outside to start heading home and a girl came running down the street. She came screaming at us that her brother had been stabbed. Ben followed her to her brother, and I followed after him. The people in front of the club did nothing, crowds of people ignored this girls cries. Her brother was on the ground with puddles of blood, the police held his legs up and he was bleeding worst than I had ever seen anyone bleed before. My heart stopped and I couldn't move. We went back to the car and Ben had to drive because I couldn't. When we got back to the house neither of us could speak, we were both shaking and we had no idea how to speak to one another.