A Fall is here. To come to school, back to work goodbye to parties and walks on the beach at sunset ...
have arrived film evenings in the afternoon ... popcorn and nuts. My first cultural activity to return to Guadalajara, from my dear waters of the Mar Menor, and from my summer cinema and my terrace on the promenade, was a movie night in the gardens of the public library in my town, near a friend.
A movie night with some cold and with a flick of travel: 55 Days at Peking.
This past Friday I went to the movies, a movie theater closed, indoor, living room with adolescents who never stopped talking, and a handful of popcorn to share.
The film, the latest from Woody Allen.
expected something more ... no ... what else but something ... of course you always expect something else when you expect to meet the man in your life and you realize you're wearing a few years ... without knowing men, who are not committed or prohibited and at least are men in your life, not just men in one night .... But back to the movies ...
We still have an entire film festival Solidario in Guadalajara, FESCIGU called, throughout this week to at least go to the movies, alone or accompanied by a man .... but no man can be of my life ... Although it may that man in my life I know .... like in the movie Woodies one afternoon when an old lady sitting in a park, or in another life ... but then, it will not be able to be a mother .. .
But that's another story ... movie.
Paradise is a dream, without beginning or end. 
