Is there anybody there?

One day I'll write poems in English

I've decided right now.

It won't be a Shakespeare, 

neither a Lorca or Machado.

But I'll do it, I'm sure.

On the meantime, I'd better write prose writings. To whom read it... I mean: to Ana, because I think I haven't showed this blog to anybody else. Even though nobody knows, it can be found on the Internet, so I may have any secret follower. Wow! Such an interesting am I! 

Bzzz Bzzz!! (the alarm ringing): - Ah, OK, I had felt sleep. 

But one day I'll do creative writing in verse and English. Yeah! 

My Asian landlord

I had a Brazilian landlady in my last year in Madrid. Well, it was a girl in a man's body. That was my last landlady (named boy but looking like a girl) before I moved to England.

So, when I arrived in Cambridge I though there won't be any more surprises. English/Indian landlord, as usually. How wrong I was!

A crazy Slovenian taxi driver (or Slovakien, I'm not sure) was my next landlord. When he wasn't working he enjoyed drinking as much alcohol as possible. Who wouldn't like a warm beer as breakfast? Would you? Neither do I. What about a shoot of something (which needed an XXX label) before going to bed? When you have a flatmate metting in a language you don't understand any word, you think you won't been in such a strange situation any more. But don't forget it's me who I am talking about.

So here I am. Living in a house with my boyfriend, two Romanian brothers, two Nigerian sisters and a Lithuanian. This seems the UN... In a bizarre version.

My landlord is a handyman. A freak one. He tries to repair everything broken at home. He tries, without succeeding at all. For example, weeks ago we had some problems of humidity on the walls. He painted it in a black plastic paint. Now we have a black coloured square on our room and a leak in downstairs toilet.

I haven't said yet where he is from. Vietnam! I don't understand how can he makes understand with his Lithuanian two-metres girlfriend. If one day I decide to write a novel, I'll write about all the weird landlords I have had. I'm sure It could become a bestseller.

Summer time: instant BBQ's time

Today it's really summer. It is sunny, it is hot warm and... I am at home. WTF am I doing at home? All of my friends work today and I have no one to go out with. Well, I could call some friends and persuade them to have a beer, but I am supposed to study. 

It's well known that there is no summer (in the Spanish sense of summer) in UK. It was rainning cats and dogs for the whole July but the last week. However, august it's being quite warm and lovely. It seems perfect to have a BBQ in the park. Jesus Green is the perfect place to do it. Some beers, bread, meat and an instant BBQ are all you need to have an amazing afternoon-evening. 

So, here I am at home. Yes, at home. No BBQ, no park, no friends. I am studying with me laptop and lots of papers surrounding my bed, while we have 30 degrees. Are we crazy? I think I've got enough study for today. I'm going out. I feel like cycling for a while and eating a chocolate ice-cream. Maybe I left the bike. Let's see.