anima.est.aeterna

Hear my story.

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Have you seen the Euro 2012 final? Loved the today's spanish team. Great score, guys.

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I'm in love. Again. In love w/ this weather we had here. Had a week of hot summer - that's why I didn't come. I cannot  resist anything hot - like the fresh blood, touching a cup of hot wine or the weather. It makes me feel a bit human. And this week the air was just georgeus - I could feel it even during the day. Don't think that my daily sleep is the same like yours. It's really deep, not like anything can wake me up. It's more like dead. (However when I was young realized that even in this dead state I can defend myself - was really sorry for those humans who found me. What did tehy think wehn they saw my dead body in that dungeon? Did they think I'm really dead and tried to help me? Or wanted to kill me? What was their last tought?)

Still, if the day's really hot, somehow I can feel it in my bones after waking up. Dunno why but I love it.

And this weather beguiles me. I wake up right after the sun went down and go immediatly to the streets. It happened twice this week that I arrived home in the very last moment, and the rest I had less than an hour before go to sleep. So today I thoght I'll start the night w/ cheking in here, tell you that I'm sillt alive (or maybe it'd be better to say I'm still between life and death), and love these hot time more than anybody else can.

Thank you for your time. See you next time.

O

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What did u do on Midsummer Night? We had a traditional celebration w/ a great company: camp fire, fire jump, and the humans ate bacon, marshmallow and drank beer and wine.

Thank you for your time. See you next time.

O

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Sometimes everybody needs to be alone... This is  anight not to eat. It's a night to think.

Thank you for your time. See you next time.

O

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Hey. Sorry for not coming yesterday. Got an invitation to a party - it started at 8pm. Hah. I said sorry, but I couldn't be there before 10pm. But it was quiet cool, was a (they say) retro party. But people please tell me, why is 1990's retro? Nobody thinks on the 19th century. Yeah, I know, time's changing and etc. (and since I'm blogging I can adapt), but sometimes you seem strange. It was like 15 years ago. It's not retro, it's the last decade.

Then today - just to demonstrate how modern vampire I am, went to the cinema with a friend. Well, if I had just this one life, I'd say, she's my best friend. She's the only one inthis country who knows everything about me. Nearly everything. (Sorry luv, hope you don't misunderstand this!) Both we get a good sence of humor so went to see the new Burton movie. I really like that crazy man, so the way he made Barnabas real made me laugh a lot but still... How can someone finish a parody with that scene!!!!??? No, I don't mean the doctor.

OK, guys. I've one and a half hour left for tonight so I'm leaving you now - time to wake up my friend and take her home. Than a fast walk back home.

Thank you for your time. See you next time.

O

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You wont belive this. I went for a walk and met the very same girl I told about. I needed to start a conversation. She said she's an ordinary univerity girl - but how can she? When you lived over centuries, of course there're things you miss. But she's now 25, and she misses the 1900's. Loves the age, the atmosphere of the Budapest of that time, and those juornals. Oh. How I miss a real journal of the end of 1800's and the begining of the 1900's.

By that time I lived here, left the country during the WWI. Ah, in the first decades of the century this city was a real metropolis even better than Paris. Budapest had a so impulsive night life with all the writers and poets living between the people... They were one of them, they used to go to the same pubs as everyone else. I remember I often used to sit at the sam table with them, talking abuout anything we wanted. Woman, politics, poems, life... That was the time I fell in love with this city. Again...

Not to mention her scent... We'll definitley meet again. Don't be worried, I won't harm her. For now.

Thank you for your time. See you next time.

O

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Have a photo of the rain I still suffer from.

Have you ever think of the people nobody will miss ever? Yesterday, when I was out, had to face again, there are always somebody who cares. After I saw a girl givin a cigarette to a homless men my appetite was gone. Yeah, I now - a sentimental vampire.

Well, today I had an early dinner. Met an old, deseased men.

Thank you for your time. See you next time.

O

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Gosh, I hate this weather. I should be that corner man I used to - I wouldn't mind then. But how can one stay elegant in this rain. Now I'm that gentleman, living in an upscale neighborhood who would never go out without his umbrella - but then try to eat with your umbrella opened in one hand.

Hi, by the way. I'm writing now from the hungarian night, hoping that someone will hear my voice. Well, see my posts. Or not. Well, that's not really my business, I'll live without your nice company for centuries (did it alredy) - but you... Could you miss the stories of a vampire living in your time?

Of course, you don't belive me now, and you're asking a question: if there were vampires (which aren't), why would any of them tumblring. What can I say. Fashion. And the beautiful anonymity of the internet let's me do anyithing I want.

Maybe you're right, and I'm just another person's fantasy - but what if I'm not? Well, stay with me, and I'll tell you my story - my past, my present... and maybe my future. You can call me Osahar. God hears me.

The rain has stopped. I'm hungry. Leaving now.

Thank you for your time. See you next time.

O