“There’s nothing like this precise moment,” I’m thinking about this right now, and everything is flowing pretty well. My ideas and emotions are in their correct place; my senses are delighted by a drink I made for myself and this excellent jazz music I am listening to. I think that I hadn’t felt like this … More Jazz & Evening
Sonreías. Yo veía la delgada silueta de que eras lo que pensaba. Había dos verdes soles que contemplaba. Caminabas. Yo no sabía en dónde poner mis lentos pasos con premura. Había unas tiernas risas con bravura. Hablabas. Yo conectaba un rojo hilo de sangre con dulzura.
What would we do without the ephemeral? We would be half-alive creatures roaming meaninglessly. Lost in a plain momentum, finding insipid food at the table. We would see the same monotonous picture… No gazes or smiles, no goose bumps when touched; not feeling our hearts crushed.
I was looking for a book I needed to study and I realized that I had some unpacked and unfinished (I recently moved out and I haven’t organized my studio) and I couldn’t help feeling a slight frustration for not opening those beautiful pages again and feeling satisfaction of learning something I like or enjoying … More One Thing at a Time
These past days I realized that it’s been hard to make progress on my personal projects. The mere idea of not concreting what I like makes me feel frustrated. And I could always blame my current style of life for not feeling accomplished on this aspect. I usually think, “Most of us live in a … More Me Time
What does a hot weather do? I was able to get the hell out of my place and study. I’m glad I did it! After finishing my duties, I’m the last customer sitting down at a table sipping my coffee that I won’t finish till tomorrow. For some reason I feel nostalgic; I feel lonely, as … More Outage
The moon dancing in the blackish sky; imperfect. It reminds me of that beauty that I sometimes forget. My ideas jump off the window and run to reach the porcelain lady above, but they collapse. I dream awake about that madness and I ask the nothingness about your absence in those moments where silence whispers … More Madness and Night
The evening remained intact, the moon and the stars were leading the path. The wind brought the scent of the night, making you believe that anything impossible could happen. The small bricks on the walls had an orangish tone that gave the impression of being in another time. The table was in a private room … More “Vorágine, Part I”
I travel in time. I see the movie over and over, those tears I could not catch. Everything becomes intangible like a dream. Yet I feel all since the beginning of it. I see those deep dark eyes showing me an unknown path. I see the way you walk, how your muscles tense while moving … More Time Traveler- Part I
I know that gaze, lost in the beginning, then it dares to look at my eyes and penetrates and then it dissolves again. Intensity, passion, mystery. Things around are a partial text of what it is a whole and I would like to discover; like deflowering a rose. What’s underneath that gorgeous mask? I wonder … More A Never Given Note
Burned Grapheme 