Violonchelo.
The rosary – an instrument for prayer and meditation. It hangs with the help of my rear-view mirror. My grandmother gave it to me. It is the second she has given me. The other one my mom took it from me when some old man crashed into me as I was waiting at a red light.
Sometimes I play with it. I swing it back and forth. Watch it spin. Pretend to get dizzy as I spin it. But mostly I stare at it when I have nothing else to stare at; or because I like staring at it.
Tonight I am going to Radio Universidad to sit in a small room and talk about the upcoming Ergs! show that I’ve been planning with Jorell, Magaly and Eloy. The fact that the weekend is just up ahead is a daunting thought. It’s going to be exhausting but hopefully really, really fun. So I am negating you, daunting thought.
And tomorow I am going to Old San Juan avec Lydivette. Ella quiere sacar fotos a lo que sea que se puede encontrar en esas calles. Una actividad preliminar antes de asistir un concierto de piano y de violonchelo en Bellas Artes.
More opportunities to look at my rosary.
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