giveth

que sea para bien

pues se me hacen tan amplias las mantas
tan largas las horas de la tarde
tan vacios los caminos
y
tan amplio sin embargo, el horizonte
mas que nada
excavar la tierra
para hacer adobes
y pavimentar las nuevas vias en el yermo

agua para los peces

para mi, humo
para mi, vapores
lo demas, cenizas

Young as we were, we were in love isn' it?

yes, we spend hours and days looking us into the eyes
interlaced hands, breathing each other's breathe
time passed easily and steadily
we used to be in love isn't it?
first there where flowers
then fruitful times with astonishing things
then it came the harvest and the fall
and everything was wasted
one of those days...

PhD student

One of these days... (I am gonna cut you into little pieces)  (Pink Floyd, Lyrics and Music)

Hostel

bed, blankets, breakfast, biers, blackout

Dove

As likely as possible: apparently weak, inconstant, noisy, a bit silly but faithful. White, indeed. Sharp, depending from the point of view, but rounded and tender within the late and insistent winter light coming from an oblicuous angle.