Monday

.:Alone is where im closer to you:.

The seclusion of myself into places so vast, so untouched, in a way is liberating and in others it takes me closer to my soul. To the people that aren't close to me anymore, to reflect on my behavior as a human. To the most pure form of myself.

Wednesday

.:shhhh:.

Please refrain from whistling while at work,
it diminishes the power of my playlist....

Thursday

.:error:.

The unexpected, the error, the surprise. That's what happens when you use film, you capture a moment that might be or might not as real as it is in your mind.
What is it real then?
Your memory, or the factual evidence?

Sunday

.:fish:.

Do you dream in color?
do you dream in black and white?

Monday

.:que hacer:.

Hay temporadas que me dan por no escribir.
A veces me llena
a veces me desborda.
Pero al final es algo nostalgico
ya sea que lo haga o que no.
El querer,
el no poder,
el poder sin querer,
y viceversa.