Desert Walking

There is someone walking in the desert
It's a populated area, but there are parts in which the desert still reigns
So, this person is walking, houses both in their right and left
And they are walking in the sun.
On that path the desert must be felt, an obligation to whoever walks it. I imagine they must be thisty and hot, with all that sun over their head.
And they walk until I don't see them, until they reach a street that connects with the asphalt and houses and the trees, trees that wouldn't be able to exist here if it wasn't for human presence. No, that last bit is part of what I assume of that person.
It might be, very well, that they sink into the ground or they dissipare into the dry air and sunlight.
I don't know, I can't actually see them.
This was the first and last time I have and will see them in my life. I can meet them again, see them on the stree, but I won't recognise them nor they will know I was the person that watched them walk the desert that one time, a Wednesday afternoon in summer.

-Written 08-02-17

14-04-16

Nostalgia del que nunca será, del futuro deseado e imposible en las expectativas de una imaginación furtiva y desesperada, desesperando al pobre soñador de realidades emiferas de una fantasía que se desvanece en el despertar de la divagación momentánea.

13-10-16

- I want to love you until we die, maybe after that.

- Do you mean that? A death promise is not a light thing.

- Yes. I want to be there when you let go of your last breath the same way I desire your presence when I’m no longer bound to this… world.

- It’s rather a morbid thought.

- You love it.

- I do.

- As I was saying… I want to learn to love you as you get older and wrinkly, and dry and mean. I want to love you in your change, in your new beings.

- Let me tell you that your love confessions are the weirdest.

- Yeah. 

30-10-16

Si no puedo afirmar mi existencia en vida, ¿cómo puedo esperar que alguien lo haga por mi en muerte?

08-06-16

Shit’s going down, down, down. When they think one thing is solved, there is always something more to fix, to worry about. And it’s shit going down. My life’s going downhill and I can’t slow down the avalanche threatening to consume my back.

I hate myself for thinking that someone that’s far and away, is okay and safe. Everyone’s shits it’s always going down. The problem is when lives collapse one after another, altogether into themselves, upon myself as the spectator and the actor.

01-10-16

- … Y si empiezas a caminar por ahí encuentras cuerpos…

Su rostro se ensombreció al escuchar palabras de un ser tan pequeño.

-… Cuerpos colgando y… Huesos…

Continuó el pequeño ser, lentamente, saboreando el movimiento de su lengua con cada sonido.

- Después encuentras zapatos, siempre son lo que queda tras retirar los cadáveres.

10-10-16

Pour water on the sun

Or watch it burn down

Anyway we’re going dark