15 de maig de 2010


In the horizon a light starts to shine while you open your eyes and you find her tangled around you. You smile and take away the lock of hair that tickled your nose to sleep again.
When you wake up you see a hole instead with a little heart-shapped note:
"Even the best ones fall sometimes and the stars go blue. Even the wrong words and the lies can rhyme. But holding hands we'll get where the wind says, I'll follow you wherever you go, if you lose me I'll be hidden behind you. I love you, baby"
You wake up still with the emotion of her words, but wondering where would she be. You look for her in the kitchen and the bathroom but nothing. You drop to the couch disappointed and remember the note.
-What a long time she's followed me - you think.
Meanwhile, a little furry ball has noticed the breakfast on the table and tries to catch it jumping. Tired of hearing the barkings you go to see what happens to him and it surprises you to find a coffee cup with your initials.
-She and her details...
You drink it slowly, savoring every particle of love that's inside and leave the little puppy lick the last drops, entering the magic inside him too.
You try to turn on the TV without result. In the laptop the isn't Internet connection.
You decide to go for a walk and clear yourself, stranged for the swings in the las minutes. You put your headphones on and start to walk the streets where the night before you both danced slipping under the rain with the smoke of the cigarretes and the kisses with alcohol flavour, like the videoclip of her favourite song. A
A slight vibration in the pocket makes you come back to reality: "I still feel your breathing next to me. Thank you for being here and making all a little nicer".
When you come back you discober the lamppost of your street painted with an "I love you" in everyone. You start to think the reason of all the surprises; Valentine's Day, my birthday... Nothing. It's a Monday like all the others. You finally decide to phone her, but the voicemail answers.
-Fuck! - you shout - Today anything I do is well.
You arrive home and are about to lie down in bed until the lunch time but it's all full of sweets forming an "You are the sweetest boy in the world". You stay several time looking at every corner of every letter. A tear scapes from your eyes just when someone hugs you from behind. She, radiant and inocent, crazy and carefree, beautiful and yours. You hug her back and start to kiss her until you fall to the floor. You caress her hair and retrace her face with your fingertips.
-I adore you. You are perfect.
-Don't leave me never...
And now you're still kissing her when you wake up and before going to sleep; coming back home from work and when you go for a walk; hidden, sweet, hasty, distant, long, short, warming kisses; in the morning, in the afternoon and in the evening; if you're happy, sad or angry; when she askes you or because you want; before, now and forever...

You are the sweetest boy in the world... (St. Jordi '10)

13 de maig de 2010

The man with no soul...

I suppose that you don't remember what love is. It's passed so much time since you felt something... All the afternoons full of careeses, all the nights flying away holding hands, they have been locked inside the memories. Now you don't want to go out to play, the days are becoming routine and everything's losing its sense. It seems silly to think that, before, your heart could beat so fast just for seing her name in the screen of your phone. Or how it made you feel delighted to hear the sound of her grin into the darkness. You think it's stupid to imagine someone remembering and missing you like you did. And about how you used to smile when people said all she loved you...

Are you afraid of loving again?

"The man without soul couldn't see the 3D pictures in the books."
(without feelings you can't see the most beautiful things)

12 de maig de 2010

Letter to a memory

Dear memory,
Long ago (Fa molt temps- ?) that I didn't write addressing directly to you... since my farewell.
I suppose that you still don't understand the reason of my leaving into the wild, but I neither pretend that you do it. I don't like to show to anybody exactly how I am; I always wear a suitcase full of masks to hide me with every person around me. I'm so used to them that I've finally forgotten who I really am, but I have no hurry to find it out. I wonder why I'm writing to you...
Every time I dislike more this game. I've got feelings, and with them you always end losing. In the beginning it has it's charm to introduce yourself like a nice girl that likes to everyone, it isn't so difficult. But I don't want to be popular or like to other people. I want to have a soul sister that joins me in this giant theater that is the world.
Indeed, I've been acting for a long time. You've been allright in your scene, maybe one of the best characters I'll ever find in my play, and I'm sorry for have disappointed you. I was afraid that you saw a different me as the one who you were used to and this could hurt you. I fond of you, you know? I'm sorry to be always selfish, but in my play I have the control, although I'm sometimes a little bit masochist.
I hope that in your next act you can find someone who fills your life, who is transparent like you, and who takes care of you like you deserve. I'm not the right person, I'm not a good sister, and I won't know how to return everything to you, but I thank you. Someday we'll meet again and inevitably I'll remember of all the good memories (I know that you doubted it).
Thank you for everything.

Pandaba (L2...

1 de maig de 2010

Dream mate

Look, I've been your pillow for so long, but it's enought. I'm tired of seeing you sad. The nights that you drown me are every time more compared with the ones you hug and kiss me as you remember him. I can't see what he does, I'm just a body with no arms or legs, but before it was different. You were a brave girl. You didn't cry but were always smiling, and you fought for it. When he left home you sang songs and jumped around the house; I used to feel the vibrations. And now... nothing. You remain with me without moving and you are leaving droplets until you get asleep. Some nights you get tired of everything, throw me to the wall and don't come back until the next morning. Then you come a little bit better, but I feel your pain inside. If you could see yourself in your dreams, little darling...

Alison's composition

This is just a composition I did with no relation with the blog, but I have to post something to encourage myself to write more. (Debbie, it will sound familiar to you :))

Alison read the note, smiled, and immediately put on her coat. That was a good way to start the Christmas Holidays. She left home and took a taxi to the centre. Her eyes were shining brightly while she was looking at the sky. It was so warm for a December day. When she arrived at the park he was already waiting for her. They hugged each other and started to walk around the lake holding hands. John seemed a little bit nervous. He was staring at the path but didn't say anything. Suddenly he stopped:
-Ali, we have to talk. I must explain everything or I'll explode. Last week you went to a concert, didn't you?
-Yes, with Kate. What's wrong, John? You are scaring me.
-Look, I was angry because I'd have liked to go there with you but you dind't tell me about it. I drank a lot and went to the disco. A girl came up to me and we danced. And then... you know.
-¡But why?
-I'm really sorry. I love you, Ali...
-I didn't expect this of you John. - she started to cry- Merry Christmas.