21 octubre 2018

The illusion

She knew it; she was beautiful and she was there to be eaten and slowly. Men stopped to look at her without blushing, driven by the ancestral instinct of possessing the beautiful and perpetuating the species. The women tried to understand where so much beauty came from, wanting to buy some hours of their perfection. From the day I saw her, I sneaked up on her, with the hidden desire to possess her, to have every inch of her body in my hands, to feel the spell of her beauty and the warm touch of her lips bathed in lipstick.
I chased her shadow through the corners she passed by, trying to pick up the invisible trail of her perfume, and hold it like a treasure in my brain and recover it again in the darkness of the night, like a miser, to throw myself into the abyss of solitary pleasure.
One time he stopped to look at me and smiled at me. I didn't know how to react. I was petrified, watching him go down the street, as I picked up the ruins of his smile with my hands and tried to control the heat of my passion by palpitating in my crotch.
A few days later, I found her after leaving a couture shop. I approached her, she recognized me and smiled at me. I jumped off the cliff and said:
"I'd love to take you out to dinner."
She looked at me in a way I will never forget and I felt like a helpless dog crossing the highway in the middle of the night, on a cold, rainy day. Alone and without her.
There I began to understand the immense desert between me and her. I tried to forget her, but I couldn't. Even today, I sneak up on her, hiding in the shadows like a wretch to drink a little of her beauty and quench the thirst for my lust.
Image source: Pixabay 

20 octubre 2018

Follow the imprint

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Sometimes you just have to follow the footsteps.
Photograph taken with Acer Liquid Z630 .

19 octubre 2018

The lie

That everything would change, they said, and that everything would be different. After a while he understood why they had lied.
Source of the images: Pixabay and @talentclub

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18 octubre 2018

Orchid worker

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This beautiful orchid accompanies my colleagues at work and I think there is no better company.
Photograph taken with Acer Liquid Z630

17 octubre 2018

Simplicity of beauty

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Some flowers are so beautifully simple that sometimes they overwhelm us.
Photograph taken with Acer Liquid Z630

16 octubre 2018

Temporal obsession

He was so obsessed with time that he had digital clocks in every corner of his house. Her life was controlled by a digital hand. One day he got up and found that they had been stolen. He sat on the couch and let himself die because, without a watch, his life was meaningless. He spent the days watching the sun rise and fall and how life went by outside his home. On the third day he got up, with an urgent desire to eat. Then he realized that time was just a perspective on the prism of his life.
Image source: Pixabay  and @talentclub

14 octubre 2018

You want the winter to come

I know you want winter to come. That you don't like summer, the sun, the beach, or its cumbersome sand. I also know that you don't like the darkness, nor the stale smell of humidity, that gets in your way even the most hidden of your fibers. That you wait until they open the doors and free you from the dirty wood of this old wardrobe and walk in the city parks again; but don't forget that this is the fate of the cloth coats.
Source of the images: Pixabay and @talentclub

11 octubre 2018

The child and the fish

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Another spectacular graffiti that is on Las Canteras beach on the island of Gran Canaria.
Photograph taken with Acer Liquid Z630.

10 octubre 2018

Cubist graffiti


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This graffiti caught my attention because it is very different from the ones I have seen in my city.
Photograph taken with Acer Liquid Z630.

07 octubre 2018

Graffiti of my city

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In my city, Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, there is a great fondness for graffiti.
Photograph taken with Acer Liquid Z630.

01 octubre 2018

Quieres que llegue el invierno

Ya sé que quieres que llegue el invierno. Que no te gusta el verano, ni el Sol, ni la playa, ni su engorrosa arena. También sé que no te gusta la oscuridad, ni el olor rancio de la humedad, que se te mete hasta la más oculta de tus fibras. Que esperas a que abran las puertas y que te liberen de la madera sucia de este viejo ropero y volver a pasear por los parques de la ciudad; pero no olvides que este es el sino de los abrigos de paño.
Fuente de las imágenes: Pixabay y @talentclub