Fairy

There IS such thing as fairy tales.

Carnival

I will never know

cause you will never show,

come on and love me now.

In the shadows

[March 2008. Laguna de los Padres.]

Dream in pink

[February 2008. Quilmes, Buenos Aires.]

What's up?

Reddish

Red. Like the pieces of thoughts I leave when I walk around. Like the swirls of love hanging on the windows, like the smiles you never give me, like the love I don't spread in every corner. Like the colour of your eyes, like the sun in a winter day, like a fish in a fishbowl. Like you, like me, like life, like dreams. Like blood. Like we.

Messing around

[February 2008. Quilmes, Buenos Aires.]

Balloons

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.

The same.

What they see and what you are. Find the seven differences.

Tiny

Transparence

[February 2008. Quilmes, Buenos Aires.]

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).

Ironic

For those who have a reason, Happy Valentine's Day =)

(Even though you don't like it, I'm kind of thinking of you, honey).

Far away

[June 2008. San Carlos de Bariloche.]

Colours!

[February 2008. Quilmes, Buenos Aires.]

Shine on.

Wet

Fallen

No focus

Someone would be glad of seeing this picture under that title... XD
I hate the fact that I cannot take a good picture in the night, but someday, someday...

(Keep dreaming!)

Light my way

[February 2008. Quilmes, Buenos Aires.]

Hope.

After this storm, I hope sun will be shining.
It's up to you.
You know the rest, honey.

Opposites

These are the chronicles of life and death
And everything between
These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem
You come in this world
And you go out just the same
Today could be the best day of your life...

Dreamcatcher

[February 2008. Quilmes, Buenos Aires.]

Some of my sweetest dreams, are those in which you are there with me.

Once I wrote, "She cried in her room for a few minutes. She imagined he was there, though she was alone. She spoke out loud, she told him everything she needed to say a long (really long) time ago. She could even hear the answers, feel his hand holding hers, and as the tears bitterly fell down her cheeks, she knew it was not worth to keep killing herself in thoughts. What for? In her dreams, she always wins." under the title of "Monologue". Even though I told you all of that, even though I heard the answers (and at the moment I couldn't understand them, but now I see that they were okay), even though your hand held mine for a few minutes and for and eternity, I still feel the same. I know in my dreams I win the same battle everyday.

Rainy afternoon

Pour on me and wash it away...