domingo, 29 de diciembre de 2013


"Don't ever call me Princess again" she said, head still resting on my shoulder.
"Did I do that?" I asked.
"Yes, you did."
"I don't remember."
"Driving back from Tsujido, that night. Don't say it again."

"I won't. I promise I won't. I swear on Boy George and Duran Duran. Never, never, never again."
"That's what Mama always calls me. Princess."
"I won't call you that again."
"Mama, she's always hurting me. She's just got no idea. And yet she loves me. I know she does."
"Yes, she does."

"So what am I supposed to do?"
"The only thing you can. Grow up."
"I don't want to."
"No other way," I said. "Everyone does, like it or not. People get older. That's how they deal with it. They deal with it till the day they die. It's always been this way. Always will be. It's not just you."
She looked up at me, her face streaked with tears. "Don't you believe in comforting people?"

"I was comforting you."
She brushed my arm from her shoulder and took a tissue from her bag. "There's something really abnormal about you, you know," she said.

Dance Dance Dance
Haruki Makimura




But what was I supposed to have said?
Was I cold? Of course I could appreciate his feelings. One arm or two, poet or not, it's a tough world. We all have to live with our problems. But weren't we adults? Hadn't we come this far already? At the very least, you don't go asking impossible questions of someone you've just met. That wasn't courteous.
Cold.

Dance Dance Dance
Haruki Makimura

sábado, 21 de diciembre de 2013

Oda a lo misterioso y maleable dentro de cada uno de nosotros


All sculptures in this post belong to Ellen Jewett.




























Me dijisteis que nací sin filtro.
Nací sin haber sido probada antes, y así me siento, demasiado nueva pero demasiado definitiva. Destrozo a mi paso, ya sea para construir imperios de flores y peces de colores o para dejar la tierra yerma tras un centenar de explosiones de óxido.


Chispa




"Oye... sabes que si estas navidades... en cualquier momento, te sientes mal o necesitas algo... sabes que puedes contar conmigo. Sé que no lo vas a hacer, hasta me dolería que no lo hicieras, pero sabes que puedes contar conmigo."

(Rehuyendo contacto visual.)

"... Sabes que lo haré."


"... Quedan cuatro horas para que cambies de opinión."




lunes, 16 de diciembre de 2013

Hoy :D




jueves, 12 de diciembre de 2013





viernes, 6 de diciembre de 2013


Dona Iceberg - Paula Bonet

 

camina, camina...

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... y camina

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desde los cielos, hasta..

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the end of St.Petesburg

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