In the land where he was born~

He spent hours and hours on end listening to my CDs. He loves The Beatles, Tom Petty, and Johnny Lang--the best out of the tunes I brought. It made me giggle to hear him sing the words they way he thought they were. When you don't know the language of the song, the actual words are a bit difficult to manage...

We hung around in these for hours talking about a fantasy life together in a world that does not exist.
One afternoon, he filed my fingernails with and emery board he had never seen the likes of; humming the begining of Yellow Submarine over and over. It was the sweetest thing you ever saw. Right out of a movie that makes you cry everytime.

and last night, mi amor de la bosque de lluvia, called his nena, and asked for more money. This morning I sent it to him.

and with that, the chapter about the ending, begins~