Five things that turn me sad:
The smell of roasted chestnuts, because my grandmother loved them.
The mint scent of the dog collars, because when I last embraced her hairy, fluffy body, she was wearing a fresh one.
The song «The suburbs» by Arcade Fire, because I sang it while driving with someone I hurt.
To meet in my elevator my grandmother’s gravedigger.
London, because it was our last trip.
Five things that make me happy:
The smell of roasted chestnuts, because my grandmother loved them.
Nacho giving me a bear hug when we see each other after several months.
Wake up and see a picture of her, with her velvety ears drooping, on the bedside table.
The song «Ready to start» by Arcade Fire, despite in their concerts I cry like an asshole, because, now, I am ready to start.
The outdoor Jazz festivals.
One thing that fixes everything:
The way you look at me.
Sammata 