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sábado, 26 de abril de 2014

domingo, 30 de junio de 2013

trois semaines


for three weeks ,
 for a lifetime,
 i will love you 

if i could sing you a song
it would sound like this
if i could give you a song
it would sound like this

truely,

your friend whom loves you more than it can fit in this here box,
BEAR PAWS


sábado, 9 de febrero de 2013

Hannah and Adan





estaba lloviendo esta noche, y yo me muria de tristeza por que me quedaba no mas dos dias en Paris.
Hannah nos hico una crema y era la primera vez que la he conocido. Pasiamos por Bastille, a veces llovia a veces no. Hablamos de todo, musica, amor, el universo, y Adan nos hacia reir con su personaje "el abuelo"  Una maravilla de mujer la mujer de mi hermano Adan. Una maravilla mi hermano Adan.

It was raining on this night so Hannah made us some soup, I was miserable because I only had two days left in Paris. We roamed around Bastille, sometimes it rained, sometimes it didn't. We talked about everything, if you know Adan you know these conversations mean literally everything, music, love, the universe. I was incredibly sad so Adan kept doing his "grandpa" character which is the one thing that makes me laugh and cry at the same time. A marvelous woman the woman of my brother Adan. A marvelous man my brother Adan.




jueves, 18 de octubre de 2012

I am your girl and I will protect you

 You can be all of those things in which you weren't born
we don't inherit these things, not from the goodness of our hearts

MAGDA- PARIS, FRANCE avec Helena et Almudena. MERCI a les plus belles femmes


jueves, 21 de julio de 2011

please

its been a hell of a WEAK, a hell of a WALK
amongst old man danger and his mysterious butterfly kingdom
there isn't time for the unplanned, and the unmanageable and mystical creatures you can not control
the dress i wear is fading , loosing its colour of red and turning much more of a pink or so,
the sun has been hitting you in the face but what you cant see....
THE LOVE IS SO STRONG THAT IT BURNS HIM
please dont chase the clouds anymore , who's SUN is it anyway - bella medrano

lunes, 18 de julio de 2011

patti smith and mark mapplethorpe

"just kids"

holy hell, i finally finished patti smith's "just kids" if there is any book in the world you'd want to read now its this, and i wont ruin anything for you but i feel crazy inspired and like i could very well walk on water. i feel insane amounts of heartache, love, crazy inspiration, and insanity. i need to find this woman and tell her she saved my life

 x x x x

"jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine"- patti smith




i had bought this book at jfk in new york during a layover to madrid. madrid was insanely emotional for me and by the time i reached paris i had to stop reading the book because in some strange universe it was causing me to fall in love with a friend of mine that i shouldn't have had any romantic feelings for. i was finally able to finish the book now 2 months later without any emotional attachment to the young fellow. books and poetry give me a fogged vision of love, i begin to see everything romantically and i can't help but stop myself of reading and i begin to cure the blues. 


miércoles, 18 de mayo de 2011

sweet dangerous mind

 this is what i look like, this is what i look like when i am missing your guts,
"i get more angry then sad", i said
"i wish i were more like that"
i dont know about you, but i sure do wish i were more sad than angry
it would explain a lot about why i end up waking up the entire night
i wish you'd come home, but on your own terms
on your own special terms,
meaning i hope you come home better than before
not meaning that you weren't good enough before because even then i loved you heaps a millions
maybe even trillions if that's possible.
i can't help but think that the sky is forgetting me,
 i say this because usually when i've come out of these dry spells its the first to wake my spirit up
now it just sits there, in its grey clouds, cold, with tears falling from its own eyes
i dont have enough time to waste anymore on becoming this month's favorite girl of his heart
i make all men think they're the special ones, when its really you that wins them all.