Sometimes darkness rules over our faces and over the whole. As it´s normal we try ourselves some masks, making characters of each other, and we play a theater of shadows and memories. We think that like that we will get the Demiurge’s force. We try to create, but we do it wrong. There are no […]
Hay magia en esta lluvia. Salí a caminarla sin poder caminarla. Salí a beberla sin beber un sorbo. Salí a que me diera respuestas y no cayeron, pero las recogí. La magia de la lluvia Bogotana nos viste distintos, nos piensa diferentes, nos obsesiona a conversar de ella con los taxistas. Hay errores que […]
Speaking bikes come with silented hearts. They guide you when you´ve got not words for deciding your way.
I´ve been having several conversations with her. Yes I admit it´s better to invite her to have some diner, but she likes to appear only outside this beautiful house, she won´t accept a cup of wine or a short massage.
She makes me go to my studies, and go shopping, if I do so she takes me to the sea.
So I don´t hesitate, I do the effort of studying, she waits outside, she knows we will arrive at her favourite place and listen the waves.
Seven months of sea listening, but an afternoon she tells me an opinion; I should be going back to home, my knee scratches and my bike can hear this sound.
So I say goodbye, to my lovely bike…you were just too good to be a friend I could keep for all my life.