Suelo acariciar el viento, mientras siento tu ausencia.

I use to caress the wind, while I feel your absence.

Chokran

Vous tirez toujours ce sourire

A mí también me pasa a veces...

"...tengo nostalgia de cosas que todavía no han pasado.

¿Acuérdate de mí, vale? existimos porque alguien piensa en nosotros y no al 

revés, no te olvides nunca..."

(Diálogo de "Princesas", Cine español, Fernando León de Aranoa)

Becoming insane...

How many time had gone now? I never imagined my self like this or any way, the places where I have been, the people I have met.

Now I have the need to stop the time, and open my eyes to the memories, this is a matter of time, this is a perfect moment, this is the place that I want to be, I do not talk about this city, I do not talk about this apartment, I talk about this space, about this moment, interview with your eyes, my thoughts.
I can not stop, my body moves with music, sweet smell of liquid soap, wait for a chance, moves again, by it self, playing the game, watching different lives, playing again and again betting, beating, begging, never ends. 

Becoming insane...

From the bottom until the center of earth, I still walking, I change the way as much I can, I will never forget all the places I have been, all the places that my grandfather had describe, the places that my parents have seen, the smile that Mediterranean had draw for me.

I dance, sing and write because I have something to talk about, nobody to share it, I tell my secrets to the empty infinitum space between our feet.

After these shakes, days are 1.26 microseconds shorter, now we are on the edge, millions falling down, you can see it.

I becoming insane, some have become earlier and stand by, watching and waiting for us.
No one can rewind the tape.

Do you met the tapes?

Becoming insane...

“Explain me the reason
why I am so much in pain”


I am becoming insane, the world is the same way that I imagine, the idols are falling down, I stay here, for now I don not have another place to go, while I am standing watching how the world it is melting.
The tragedy and comedy is something human, so natural as breath.
I work seven hours for government, my interest, is hide among circumstantial issues, things of life and death, always dying , always born again
To this world nothing matters, sometimes, some moments like this, I find quiet in loneliness, the loyal partner of madness; some others, I dance, feel that I am not alone, a crowded place appear, everyone can see me, but no, I do not care about the people who watch me, I walk, dance, pray, speak, I move, thinking my hands and shake the heart.