BAR&ANKÁS BLOG

I strolled around for the ways the rest of the day. I stopped under an oak to eat something that Colletta had prepared for me. After eating, finally I dared to pull out my guitar to verify if something had changed. I spent long moment with my fingers on the mast without being able to dare to touch. Me the hands were sweating and the heart me was beating quickly. A chord … nothing strange … perhaps everything was a mockery, it seemed so real … I lost the fear and started to touch, nothing special was going out either of my fingers or of my gullet. Once again they had made fun of me. It had turned into a custom, so I did not feel especially more idiotic than in other occasions. Después de comer, por fin me atreví a desenfundar mi guitarra para comprobar si algo había cambiado. Pasé largo rato con mis dedos sobre el mástil sin poder atreverme a tocar. Me sudaban las manos y el corazón me latía deprisa. Un acorde…nada extraño…quizás todo fue una burla, pareció tan real… Perdí el miedo y me arranqué a tocar, nada especial salía de mis dedos ni de mi garganta. Una vez más se habían burlado de mí. Se había convertido en una costumbre, así que no me sentí especialmente más idiota que en otras ocasiones.

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The looks always impressed me. As lover of the movies, I enjoy seeing as its protagonists are adorned. Its expressions … gaging of eyebrows, half-open eyes, looks picaronas, insinuating, of happiness, of sadness. Sus expresiones…  arqueo de cejas, ojos entreabiertos, miradas picaronas, insinuantes, de felicidad, de tristeza.

All the tones reflected in every face, all that of difficulty the directors had to overcome to make to emerge of every actor and actress the brilliant thing of them and make this forefront unforgettable.

One day, it was you who appeared, this way, without much ado, of nothing, you dawned in the movies, you were interpreting “I captivate of the desire”, God as I hated … to Read to you more …»

I was born of your breast

which butterfly flying,

it had to be a gilding,

and I was born which eucalyptus seed,

as the black tea of your ardent mouth,

sweet sugar caramel toasted,

penetrating your look,

which buttons your breasts,

full of moons,

bitter bile moons,

moons for my entrails.

Maica

Feel me, feel me as I am feeling now …

My moment came, finally, the happiness is absolutely full and finally I savor every second of my life as it has been years since it was not doing.

The small things of the everyday life become big filling my soul of love and freedom.

Love to distribute without limits between all those who surround me, with longing and you win of giving, and without importing for me what to receive in return.

Liberate to express myself and to move me between the life and the nations of the street, finally I discovered that there is life behind the door of my house …

I drink myself every day and I am still thirsty, knowing that tomorrow he waits for me the new one … to Read more …»