RELAX

Gotta learn that

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foto Valeria Schettino

the world is dry

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photo Varvara Rad

yuck - shook down

photo Fábio Lamounier

Stay away from boys.

"they will either throw rocks or look up your skirt"

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Por falta de costumbre

Debe ser la falta de costumbre. Se me cruzan las palabras y siempre acabo borrando las dos lineas escritas por incompletas, por falta de sal. 

Es como dejar de estudiar, dejar de conducir, dejar de ir al gimnasio, dejar de ir a parques de atracciones... Cuando quieres retomar, cuesta el doble. Cuesta quedar con un amigo al que no ves mucho, por que no te pones de acuerdo o por que, por falta de costumbre, te olvidas de invitarle a una fiesta. No le quieres menos, es que se te olvida. Sino, que me lo diga mi amigo Jesús...

Cuesta retomar un libro que has dejado a mitad hace tiempo, o volver a nadar en la piscina, o  a enfrentarte cara a cara.

Y así, sin darte cuenta, dejas de dibujar, de escribir, de cantar en la ducha, de sacar fotos, de ponerte aquellos pendientes, de cocinar, de enviar postales, de decir cuánto te quiero...y te acostumbras a cosas nuevas como un jersey de lana negro que llevo día sí y día también, a hablar por whastapp en vez de llamar por teléfono, a apuntar cosas en el móvil en vez de en un cuaderno, a las fotos digitales sin imprimir, a salir tarde de la oficina, a cafés rápidos, las comidas frente al ordenador, al paraguas...

Hoy esta rebelión interna, me trae de vuelta al teclado. Y pienso, mañana desempolvo las acuarelas. 

Eso, o me voy de vacaciones lejos. Muy lejos.

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photos: Virvin, Sister Jane, Mafalda Silva & Espe. 

FYI

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photo Lisa Smit if you leave

vamonos a casa

“Algunas veces, a la hora de la comida, cuando estaban todos reunidos en el gran comedor de la casa, sentados en estricto orden de dignidad y gobierno, el salero comenzaba a vibrar y de pronto se desplazaba por la mesa entre las copas y platos, sin que mediara ninguna fuente de energía conocida ni truco de ilusionista. Nívea daba un tirón a las trenzas de Clara y con ese sistema conseguía que su hija abandonara su distracción lunática y devolviera la normalidad al salero, que al punto recuperaba su inmovilidad.”

Isabel Allende, La casa de los espíritus

(Uno de mis libros favoritos, por cierto) 

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1. Zaragoza 2.Gran via (Madrid) 3. coche 4.El prado 5.magic room 6.plaza Santa Ana (Madrid) 7. Bichos casa.

(sin título)

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Londres, Feb 2013

The Gareth Pugh´s princesses

I always liked to be one of those women in black 

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Gareth Pugh AW13

Okay

Ned Riffle: I want adventure. I want romance.
Bill McCabe: Ned, there is no such thing as adventure. There's no such thing as romance. There's only trouble and desire.
Ned Riffle: Trouble and desire.
Bill McCabe: That's right. And the funny thing is, when you desire something you immediately get into trouble. And when you're in trouble you don't desire anything at all.
Ned Riffle: I see.
Bill McCabe: It's impossible.
Ned Riffle: It's ironic.
Bill McCabe: It's a fucking tragedy is what it is, Ned.

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(simple man)

AMICIS

Barcelona, Diciembre 2012 

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All photos Patricia Ruiz del Portal 

conversaciones de madrugada

we drank whisky and smoked cigarettes 

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photo Patricia Ruiz del Portal 

Vuela

It's been seven hours and fifteen days
Since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your love away
Since you've been gone i can do whatever i want
I can see whoever i choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant-but nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues,
'cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
It's been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby, oh where did i go wrong?
I could put my arms around every girl i see
But they'd only remind me of you
So i went to the doctor guess what he told me
-guess what he told me
He said boy you better try to have fun
No matter what you do,
But he's a fool
'cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
All the flowers that you planted momma
In the backyard
All died when you went

I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard
But i'm willing to give it another try
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

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My little friends

cloning

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Dear London

SEA

...She turned away wearily. We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad [...]

On the road, Jack Kerouak

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Photo: Amanda Charchian

of course

Don´t let them tell you that you are not 

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The light

I just remembered now. Going through all my youth photographs. She was a special creature. It´s funny how an image all of a sudden can transport you to a different time. A different world. A different age. 
Now I remember her clearly. As if she was still here. As if she never left. 
I remember her light. I remember myself desiring being her just for one day. Just to see how it feels. I never became her obviously. But she allowed me to become part of her world, and shared all that with me. That is why I never felt envious. I just used to admire her so much. 
Years passed by and I forgot about her. As you forget about things that you own but you don´t see. As you forget things when no one reminds you to accomplish them.  Sad, somehow. But no one is indispensable. And now, sitting here, see her picture and feel a tremendous wish of being her just for one day. Just to see how it feels. 

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picture Wolf Wendy