03.07.07
uvieu,españa
The freakshow continues... Sundays usually a calm sorta day takes on yet another face, i am at a loss to explain... passing the palza jammed with brutal old ladies, and large, yet short men, roundin that corner at Calle Rosal, and there it is 40 € hanging out the mouth of the automatic teller machine..." how could that happen ?" asks the girl, up at 10:00am. On a sunday none the less...
The rastro of the Gitanos down in the Campilline... i hope they got along ok with out us, for we didn't make it that far this last sunday. 40 € hangin out of the teller machine... how could that have happened? some one with out patience? a drunk brother ? a drunken prophet ?... we buy something great to smoke and and its about 90º in the shade..... so we go to the house of the mother of the girl the familys there, a strange and powerful group of woman... we eat "Pote Asturiana" a powerful mix of basically collard greens, white beans chorizo morcillia pig bones and cheap red wine... escencilly a bomb. The girl is still feelin' it...and i say " I know now why theres a ambulance sitting out front of that weird Asturian resturant in Madrid in the summer, 90º in Madrid and the tourists are palyin' with bombs of "Pote Asturiana"
Things i have learned: Never eat Pote Asturiana when its 90º you'll probably die... thats why the ambulance.
nothing more. It's 5:00 am on tuesday , and i'm going back to bed. heres a painting in progress. Manoline and friends...
be well todo mundo.
J.Level
(jlevel77@yahoo.com
