yall, im dying. i just saw, on facebook, this album made by someone whom i am not sure that i know but i am positive i must have met 100 times in cormons, and it was an album with pictures from the parties in cormons (including the famous "tu vuo´fa l´americana" party, and the chocolate party!!!), entitled "life in cormons", and i am in alot of the photos, just tagged as "mericana", which i think is hilarious, and i saw all these people that were a part of my life for this tiny beautiful bubble of time and my heart aches so badly for that weird life that i had there that i just dont know what to do. i dont even know what to say. the thing is, 60% of them i didnt know their names. 80% of them, if i saw them on the street sometime in the future, i would just wave and smile and say ´ciao!´. i love them all, though. they were fixtures in one of the strangest, most seclusive, beautiful periods of my life, the most seclusive beautiful period of my life. cormons. and they were characters in something that i couldnt have even dreamed up if i had tried. and they were so so kind to me. and the other 20%...the ones i know for real and keep in touch with and would hug so tightly if i ever saw them again, like marko (the gorgeous serbian) and martin (the incredible argentinian) and giulgio (italian, and so so good to me, we sang songs together) and so many others...
we were stranded together in this place that only fate could create and we had fun and...
im going to blog asap, about my life in cormons. because i never want to lose this, i want to keep this, i want everyone to know, at least some of it...

to be continued...