That old dinosaur skin hiding an eye burning with a young rancor, almost green. One thousand times beaten by the sea… it awaits for you when you’ll come into the dark. Happy weekend.
Esa vieja piel de dinosaurio escondiendo un ojo encendido por un rencor joven, casi verde. Mil veces golpeado por el mar… está a la espera de cuando vengas en obscuridad. Feliz fin de semana.
I saw the rainbow in the disposable cup, and its reflection in the glass desk. The rainbows occupy opposite places, as if they couldn’t know the laws of mirrors that slave a reflection to its original. Of course the easier answer is that I don’t know well the laws of optics…
The moment when the city gets a blush in their windows. A distant echo of the sunset.
I saw this window open in a building in Juliaca city, my city, mirroring our landscape, it was so precious… the clouds in our high altitude seems to fly in a rush, not in vain we are also called the windy city, with gangsters as seen in the movies XP
Some people could think that it kills “traditions” as little homes with calamine roofs, to them I should to say that those roofs weren’t part of our traditions and are part of poverty. Instead every time I used to climb the sacred hill the sun shinning in them was so harmful to my eyes, so I hope they can belong to the past.
(But when baby in my craddle I loved the sound of the drops of the storm singing me a lullaby until fall sleep)
I’d love to have a time like that lazy boat… but there is a ton of work. I wonder how make the people that plays in “second life” with their works and activities there in that virtual world, I barely have time for my own one xD
Plip plop, the rain is falling. The drops are like the time that fall and fall and as a dream it seems to be in a blink an ocean full of nebulous memories.
A city of things, each one with its own story told in its texture and shape. Waiting for the time when we fall asleep to come alive as in a Disney movie, singing to dance songs releasing in their lyrics the infinite number of rumors with which the neighbors fill them in the day.