You`re my most beautiful disaster
lunes, 20 de julio de 2009
domingo, 19 de julio de 2009
jueves, 16 de julio de 2009
martes, 14 de julio de 2009
I wasn`t sure if to take that road or stay and take a hot bath.
Things appear to hapend in the most extrange ways perhaps.
On the road to the house in the woods: the sun, the moon and everything became so clear.
It was a long journey for me, for been always in this twilight.
But then I saw it, in a mountain, between the woods: The Glass House.
To get there first you have to take 30 steps up, in the shadow of expectation
It was hard to breathe and then the sweetest voice came from the entrance door.
A voice that greet and old friend and invites me to stay, not to leave.
Once inside the Glass House its difficult to tell, if you want to stay forever or get out.
lunes, 13 de julio de 2009
When you came to me and talked about your background floor
I knew, this must be love.
You see, eyes don`t lie, and yours particularly blue and open.
I doubt I`ll ever miss that.
I slurp some wine to pretend I even liked the color.
Truth is what I really liked was picturing me in other circunstances.
We both laugh, and left the room almost instantly.
It was impossible to keep looking at each other in such way.
¿ Where was I all of this years ?
martes, 7 de julio de 2009
jueves, 2 de julio de 2009
Yo quiero devolverme a esa madrugada, a ese momento y enmarcarlo en 35 Mm guardarlo para siempre en mi memoria reflectiva.
Y ponerlo en “repeat”