All paths lead to.. me

[May 2009. Recoleta, Buenos Aires.]

Up there

Fog

When the fog comes, I want it to wrap us and takes us, where nobody can see us and we cannot see anybody.

Bottle

Because not even a thousand bottles glitters in the sun

as much as your eyes when you do it,
when you do it well..

Porque ni mil botellas al sol brillan
tanto como tus ojos al hacerlo,
al hacerlo bien.
(Armar de nuevo - Callejeros)

Up

With this one, I failed to imitate a pic that I really like and it decorates my desktop. If the author agrees, I might post it someday. You never know. Anyway, it is not (in my opinion) as good as the original is, but I like it. Enjoy.

Black Cat

"I seized him; when, in his fright at my violence, he inflicted a slight wound upon my hand with his teeth. The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fiber of my frame."

[The black cat - Edgar Allan Poe]

"And then came, as if to my final and irrevocable overthrow, the spirit of PERVERSENESS. Of this spirit philosophy takes no account. Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart --one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man."

Paradise might not be above, after all..

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.

Fishie clock

[January 2008. Claromecó.]

Neighbour

..If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I’d put a statue of myself upon the shelf..

White as snow

In bloom

We can have some more. Nature is a whore.
Bruises on the fruit. Tender age in bloom.

What's up?

Messing around

[February 2008. Quilmes, Buenos Aires.]

Open it

There it is the window that leads to the blackest bottom of my heart. It's your choice to open it or not to. What I recommend... You damn know it.

Cold

Somebody told me when the sky is like that it means cold. I like it too much, maybe that's the way it has to be. Cold. But I won't bend.
(You know it).

Colours!

[February 2008. Quilmes, Buenos Aires.]

Shine on.

Light my way

[February 2008. Quilmes, Buenos Aires.]

Don't get too close

... if you don't want to get hurt. I might not see what I'm doing to you.

Rain pours goodbye

[January 2008. Last day in Claromecó.]