Hell, poem and goodbye

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This is it. Another month getting off 2022. This summer has been tough for me. I went through some kind of mental shock late July until mid-August because I never know that festival could make your everyday life miserable. In a sleepy village of BeniardΓ‘ (as I lovingly made my protagonist for my upcoming time-travel romance describe his grandparents pueblo) I was shock to find myself unable to sleep long enough to function properly.

The first 15 days in the village were filled with nonstop noise.

They blasted our eardrums from 11 pm all the way to 7 AM then there’s the band going around by noon and the church bell… ugh, I was about to lose mind. No, I actually feel like I was losing my mind. Luckily, the church bell seemed to have malfunctioned 3 days before the end of the festival and has been silent ever since.

It might sound funny reading it, but the music at the plaza in the center of the village echoes in the stone houses, it wasn’t just the music, the damn DJ has to scream on top of his lungs every 30 seconds after the clock pass the 2 AM, you know make sure all the drunk doesn’t doze off, and so almost everyone close to it was lack of sleep until the last day when the village can sleep. Our current place is 3 doors away, so we sleep like the dead.

Ironically, the occasion I enjoyed the most during the whole festival is one where we (the audience) were chased by people in devil costumes with sparks and fire 🀣

To celebrate my recovery from mental torment, here’s a poem of me saying goodbye to August.

Goodbye August. It’s been fun,
I didn’t smile at every turn
There was even days
when I say, damn it all

But for all it’s worth
The days with you
was memorable

Goodbye dear

That’s all

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28 thoughts on “Hell, poem and goodbye

  1. Well, you are a night owl, we know you don’t sleep too much…I hope you at least managed to get some quieter time during the day πŸ˜…
    Beautiful tribute to August! πŸ€—πŸ’•

    1. Thanks Ribby πŸ’• haha exactly I’m a night owl and that’s why I need my night quiet 🀫 haha πŸ˜‚ thankfully festivals are completely over now. Hehe

  2. It was a torture as I seeπŸ˜… let’s hope September will be soft and gentle and will be filled of great memories and adventures 😊❀️

    1. Hopefull it will be a start of something new… ugh, HS musical just popped in my head πŸ˜…

    1. I love summer too <3 as long it doesn't involve spending it in Spain or my country. The heat this year is inhuman πŸ˜„

        1. Gosh! We’re only only complete opposite when it comes to what we prefer of the time of day, even weather is different. Why are we still blogging friends ? πŸ™ƒ πŸ˜‚ I hope the summer temperature stay longer where you are.

    1. Yes, it’s the first time in my life that I was glad a festival is over 🀣 I just feel like in those weeks my brain had shrink into the size of a pea πŸ˜…

    1. Oh I can’t stop ranting about the DJ πŸ˜… I even scream to my husband that if only we have rotten tomatoes. I’m glad we didn’t have because it would have been scandalous 🀣

          1. Oh… my mind was somewhere else when I replied to you. πŸ˜„ True, it will be straight to the hospital haha

  3. Sounds like you’ve been through hell. But maybe now you know what time of year to plan a vacation out of town. I once lived in a small village in Turkey, when they had Ramadan. Every morning before sunrise, kids would march up and down the streets beating a drum, to wake everyone up. That way, those who observe Ramadan could eat breakfast before the sun rose. So that was about a month of insomnia for me and many others.

    Good luck with your book.

    1. 🀣 yes. I’m already planning a get away next July until mid-august.

      Oh my god, sounds like you had your share of torment πŸ˜… I love sleeping late and wake up later, a month each morning would totally make insane.

      And thank you πŸ’ž

  4. Sounds like infinite chaos! I’m so glad you pull it through!
    Your poem is so nice and beautiful, with a little touch of strange naivety!
    Thanks for sharing

    1. It was. And I’m surprised I manage to hold it in without snapping at them haha

      And thanks for the compliment. It is right? πŸ™ƒπŸ€£ I was aiming for… actually I don’t know what I was going for πŸ˜… I only wanted to say goodbye to days that would never return

      1. I know!!!! Fewer things are tougher than not sleeping!!
        Jajajajaja of course it is a compliment!! I can sense a little touch of a melancholic haze in there too, but to give the right compliment to your words would take a lifetime and as you said, it will never be back…

        1. Gosh, stop being poetic in my comment section. I’m already a fan. There’s no need to make it more πŸ˜† Thanks Linyo πŸ₯°

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