joan and his friends

la plaça dels àngels is a meeting point for skaters, tourists, barcelona modern citizens and homeless as well. last week, eli, jaime and I who belong to the third group went there for lunchtime, where we met her. a lovely woman who is living in the streets since 5 years ago, but as you see, her smile still stays on.
then miriam. she works in my university and she always has something to say (I love talking to her). Then... voilà! she, the one, the unique, "what else could I say at this point of our romance?" , followed by herself sharing some complicity with the sweetiest french girl I've ever met for the moment: Clara.
Finally, let the sun shine over his dark and soft skin... mon petite, Freddie.

la femme, fatale

femme fatale: an alluring and seductive woman whose charms ensnare her lovers in bonds of irresistible desire, often leading them into compromising, dangerous, and deadly situations.

P of pigeon?

como mirándose al espejo

creí haber asumido mi platónica incapacidad para poner palabras a mis pensamientos y quedarme callado antes que perder el tiempo, intentando hablar sobre todo lo abstracto que interfiere en nuestras vidas. pero me resulta imposible. con mis amigas divulgamos sobre la eterna incomunicación, los impulsos que nos dominan, las necesidades que nos despiertan y otros muchos inciertos asuntos. sin embargo, no creo que acaben de entenderme, ni yo a ellas, y se lo digo. nos gustamos por que intuimos cosas que nos gustan sobre todo lo que tenemos dentro. de todo eso, solo vemos una pequeña parte, como la punta del inmenso iceberg que se deja ver en la superficie del mar. pero yo, que soy la contradicción desdibujada en la pared, insisto en desnudar mi alma a ver si por casualidad otra me encuentra y se contempla, como mirándose al espejo. 

22 ans à Paris

There is so much to tell. But some things are better to kept secret.

I'll just say that once upon a time I got up in Paris and found that. It was the day before my birthday. Everything that happened afterwards were stories about you, me and two lovely girls. 

this is how it ends

and now, 

you see lord, 

there's nothing

 left for me to ask you  

except the promise

 you once made: 

I will be forever young

let me see what's behind

let me see what's behind the surface of your skin, behind the curves of this feminity. let me see through this and guess a rough interior which is hidden and compressed in every single drop of your blood. Share your secrets and your dark thoughts, your hide things and lumps inside, show me your stormy heaven. Let me come in, let me stay in.

superpuesto

donde estén las de antes, que se quite todo lo demás