… and they played the same record over and over again. Until they fell asleep.
Saturday 31 March 2012
Wednesday 14 March 2012
The wholeness of nothing
I want to take it all. Im not wearing a dress. These colorfull things are little particles.
Particles that simbolize all the things we carry with us. All the things we want for us.
I want to take them all.
Sometimes, I want to take it all. I want to have it all. All the happiness and all the reflection, I want to take all the patience I can develop.
And I want to ride my bike on all the paths of the world. Until my legs become feather and wood. I want to become sober but I would love to get lost in a irrational world. I want all the colors but I want black and white also.
I want all the sounds from the universe, but I crave a year of silence.
I want to cover my body with fabrics but the smoothness of being naked also makes me feel fresh.
Stubborn humans that want to take it all.
The wholeness of nothing.
Sunday 11 March 2012
Wednesday 7 March 2012
Saturday 3 March 2012
Before and after
After party. After a long journey.
Before the awakening. Before we die.
Trozos de ciudades que con su arquitectura contrastante me provocan emulsionar mis emociones.
Cien verdades a medias y a cuartos, y a gramos liquidos
In the lonliness of a normal day. I decide to stay. I play it safe.
This place is full of thoughts and none of them becomes solid.
Risking it all everyday. Risking nothing, really.
Nothing that I can lose. Or you, or us.
Nostalgia Inglesa con mexicanos placeres.
Re-encuentros de rostros y de viejas calles, se adapta uno con prisa.
Como si el tiempo no hubiera corrido, solo caminado y muchas veces, tropezado.
Making the same old mistakes but facing them in a different way, with different colors.
Having similar feelings but doing nothing about them. Just observing them.
La hecho de menos. Le cuento mi vida en mi mente y me imagino que ella estará sentada, observando.
Los días se van tejiendo, formando semanas y me callo la boca muchas veces.
Ideas taken for granted. A lot of people doing stuff.
This isn't London, I realise when I'm cycling.
Y despues de tanto tiempo, tanto viaje tanta mente.
Y coincidir con estas mismas manos aqui pegadas,
con estas tres personas aqui dentro de mi, juntitas.
Esperaré el mañana aqui hoy bien sentada. Dando vueltas. Haciendo sin deshacer.
Before the awakening. Before we die.
Trozos de ciudades que con su arquitectura contrastante me provocan emulsionar mis emociones.
Cien verdades a medias y a cuartos, y a gramos liquidos
In the lonliness of a normal day. I decide to stay. I play it safe.
This place is full of thoughts and none of them becomes solid.
Risking it all everyday. Risking nothing, really.
Nothing that I can lose. Or you, or us.
Nostalgia Inglesa con mexicanos placeres.
Re-encuentros de rostros y de viejas calles, se adapta uno con prisa.
Como si el tiempo no hubiera corrido, solo caminado y muchas veces, tropezado.
Making the same old mistakes but facing them in a different way, with different colors.
Having similar feelings but doing nothing about them. Just observing them.
La hecho de menos. Le cuento mi vida en mi mente y me imagino que ella estará sentada, observando.
Los días se van tejiendo, formando semanas y me callo la boca muchas veces.
Ideas taken for granted. A lot of people doing stuff.
This isn't London, I realise when I'm cycling.
Y despues de tanto tiempo, tanto viaje tanta mente.
Y coincidir con estas mismas manos aqui pegadas,
con estas tres personas aqui dentro de mi, juntitas.
Esperaré el mañana aqui hoy bien sentada. Dando vueltas. Haciendo sin deshacer.
Thursday 1 March 2012
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