Always loving

I was walking down the street following the sounds of my keys, searching for my fences. A lot of voices were mixing in my head and all I was hoping for was to arrive. With a flower you do not bring spring, but without one is way too much of …

Urban Waves

The waves were stealing the light from the street lamps. They were not actually waves, but I wanted to call them like that in order to offer them a certain credibility. Those water movements wanted to be queens, but they were trapped between the gray walls. During the day, this asthmatic river gave me …

Wind or wave

I was trying for a while to get rid of all the toxic paths that were part of me. To get rid of all the persons that questioned even for one second my self-esteem. I was letting the trees throw their silhouettes over the parts of my body that escaped …

How to own beauty

I had this guilty pleasure of liking the beauty. I was tasting it lingeringly while letting it know. I was progressively criticized for my constantly way of searching the beauty. I was searching it recklessly, in fires and suspicious states. I was nonchalantly putting my hands and eyes over everything …

Our everyday distance

I used to have this pleasure to loose myself into your time: to be the subject of one of your memories once again. I was waiting you like in the very first day when I allowed myself to dream about you. I was forgiving you every time you were pretending …