La vie en rose

just breathe

Maybe
I
know
(somewhere, deep in my soul)
that
Love
never
lasts .

no nos dimos nada más,
solo un buen g e s t o .

Mess

·
·
.

Olvidada pureza, cómo quisiera rescatar

ese dolor de Buenos Aires, esa espera sin pausas ni
esperanza.
Solo en mi casa abierta sobre el puerto
otra vez empezar a quererte,
otra vez encontrarte en el café de la mañana
sin que tanta cosa irrenunciable
hubiera sucedido.
Y no tener que acordarme de este olvido que sube
para nada, para borrar del pizarrón tus muñequitos
y no dejarme más que una ventana sin estrellas.

So brick by brick
I am breaking through these walls
(between you and me)

¡ Dame un poco de tu PAZ !

*
¿Por qué, después,
lo que queda de mí
es sólo un anegarse entre las cenizas
sin un adiós, sin nada más que el gesto
de liberar las manos ?

Let it fly away !

Costumes ...Up!

Oxígeno

Entonces abrí el primer cajón (en donde suelen estar los cuchillos, tenedores y cucharas). Pero en mi primer cajón hay, además de los cubiertos, otras cosas. Cosas como tapitas de botellas, lapiceras, y una vela. Pero yo buscaba un encendedor, o en su defecto fósforos. ¡Pero no había! No había ni encendedores ni fósforos. Volví a mirar el cajón. Habia una vela... La agarré. Pensé en los momentos en los que se corta la luz, son tan necesarias -igual, seguro que en esos momentos no las encontrás (se deben hacer invisibles)-. Prendí la ornalla y después la vela. Entre intentos y maniobras para que no se apagara llegué hasta la otra habitación, en donde estaba el asador. Había papeles que no necesitaba, que eran viejos. Papeles que no quería ver más. Empecé a desplazar la vela por los bordes del papel... Veía los colores, como el fuego iba alimentándose, cómo iba absorbiendo al papel y dejándo esa costrita toda negra. Me quedé ahí porque me gustaba el ruidito. Me hizo acordar a los fogones, cuando el fuego va quemando los palitos, ese ruidito. Cuando me di cuenta tenía toda la cara caliente, y tenía calor. Me alejé, pero no podía dejar de mirar.
Queria quedarme enfrente del asador hasta que todo fuera costritas negras.

Just

(Let´s get together and feel alright)
*
Pro fun damente.

··Alegrías.

Getaway

I have been out of the city this weekend. I like those getaways with my family, just to spend time together, relax and eat. As soon as we decided to go away, I grabbed my camera. That was the first thing I put in my bag. While walking in the countryside, I found a perfect place for a photo shoot. I ran to my little sister and begged her to pose. She accepted immediately, of course!
What I believe is that the photos look great, and I can´t wait to upload them! The problem´s that they are sooooo many, and it´s quite difficult to decide (I mean, I want to make it perfect, so I´ll take my time to pic the right ones!)

:)

V.

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Sunday (not bloody), sunday .

Voilá

way too much.

Unique.

a capture de ces petits moments magiques, mais.
ceux avec une chanson simple, vous prenez un sourire.

All

I hate when people ask me what I´m going to study when I finish high school. Well, I don´t know if I hate the question or if I hate the fact of no having an answer. I may say: "I´m between being a doctor or a pilot". But that´s not true. I will be neither a doctor nor a pilot. The only thing I know I will do as soon as I finish high school is to travel. I love travelling. I mean it. I hate loving it so much. As I was saying, I will travel. No matter the place exactly. And what I also know, is that I will take thousands of photos, and I will learn.
And I will learn.

Meatpacking

los Aviones

Take me to the place where you go

where nobody knows
If it´s night or day

Hold your own
Know your name

& go your own way .

Es tarde,
se hizo de día
(menos mal que esta nublado !).
Se acabó todo lo que había

..queda un cigarro mojado.

Rehab

Ahora

dejame

sangrar

en

tus

infiernos

!

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Caer

Hello, I love you
let me jump in your game

Girls just wanna have fun

Y mientras tomabas tequila
dejamos atrás dos almas rotas.

Perdurar

highway to hell

Tinta

quiero sangrar
(gota a gota)
el veneno

de su amor

I´m lovin it !

Rude

Que
el
agua
se
lleve
todo

lo que mi cabeza quiera guardar.

Fly

something appeared. A sparkle of hope. I love not only when those sparkles appears but also the smiles that are drawn in our faces. And when the power to keep on fighting for it is alive inside of me.

(I´ve decided to see the sparkle in every person I meet, in every story, in every single song, in everything I have, in every moment I live. In every step.
T.)

El día le irá pudiendo poco a poco al frio
creo que he visto una luz al otro lado del río
Sobretodo creo que no todo esta perdido
tanta lágrima, tanta lágrima y yo soy un vaso vacío.

Bonjour

She was trying to feel a little more normal among all the people. among her friends. among her family. trying new things, trying, trying and also learning. but she was becoming something else she wasn´t ,something she thought she was until that happened to her. until she opened her eyes. until she decided to leave the past in the past, and learn who she really was. in the end, nobody is normal here. nobody is normal anywhere. she was not normal and neither were her friends. doing the things she loves really helped in the search . Although she would never know who she really is, she now knows what she thinks about life and what she loves doing. and that´s enough for her to know that being normal is not what she wanted.

Quiero

Just:

PLAY , SING , TRY , EAT , SEE , GROW ,

LIVE!

Ya me ordené

en mi desorden.

you promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin
now you just say,

"Oh, Romeo, yeah, you knowI used to have a scene with him"

Prefiero que sigamos, miamor, presos de este Sol.

V

And how it can actually ache in places you didn't

know you had inside you.

And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get,

or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends...

you still go to bed every night going over every detail

and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood.

And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy.

And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new.

And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again.

And little pieces of your soul will finally come back.

And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted,

that will eventually begin to fade.