Thursday, March 17, 2011

[ c o l o r s ]


My red suitcase. All ready on my house entrance.



Yellow, early bright light.


The most similar thing to the Spanish sea waiting for me.


Black with gray dots, or gray with black ones?


Orange: the color of energy
p.d: I'm flying now. You people will get my commentaries tomorrow :)

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Dream. Wish. Desire.

I dream that life is an easy path. I wish people would not have to suffer. I desire to be happy.
I wish people, human beings, were good by nature. Why do we always have to be on guard just in case someone is gonna attack us? I wish love was all--enough--but it isn’t. I sometime wish life was easier although I like challenges. I desire the best for my family. I dream  all challenges will be reached, no matter how difficult they are. I dream too many things, I know. But those are MY dreams. Mine.


My reflection. My dreams. Me.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

[ a d e u p a s a t . b e n v i n g u t p r e s e n t ]

Goodbye mom, dad. Goodbye to hanging out with my friends in Passeig de Gracia.  Goodbye to hugging my two little brothers, never at the same time. Goodbye to long and unusual deep conversations with my old brother. Goodbye to walking in Spain pass a bakery and smelling the fresh smell of bread; the bread I’ve ever tried. Goodbye to crowded Christmas with all my cousins, uncles and aunts, and my grandma in her big apartment in Barcelona; cutting Roscon, waiting for who gets the best coin hidden on the inside. Goodbye to trips in motorcycle with Anna driving down la Vallvi, and summer nights in Sant Feliu with my germana-cosina Mir. Goodbye to Sant Cugat, and my room for one year. Goodbye to short trips to Asturias and seeing Andres. Goodbye to driving all the way up to the Netherlands, crossing Europe.  Goodbye to exquisite dinners of that first taste of teriyaki chicken, as well as dinners of pica-pica and white wine, watching some old classic movies. Goodbye to Maxima, the first cat I’ve ever liked. Goodbye to the baby perfume of Lucas straight soft blond hair. Goodbye to Arnau running around as if he had drunk 2l of coffee. Goodbye to walk on the hot sand, to swing in the Mediterraneo and to days at the boat. Goodbye to that cafĂ© con leche with Angela at the Piano. Goodbye to La Escala, and to Rooney. Goodbye to the Peugeots. Goodbye to walking to Els Ferros, in the Mira Sol subway station.
Goodbye to walking to MiraSol every single morning. Goodbye to my room in Asturias, my house in Jose Cueto. Goodbye to the drama, the cries and the stress. Goodbye to the perfectness and the right or wrong. Goodbye to the judgment of people who do not know me and think they can say whatever they want. Goodbye to gossips and bad friendships. Goodbye to loud arguments with my mom. Goodbye to the cold, bad weather of Asturias. Goodbye to the close minded and the ones who think they know everything. Goodbye to El Retiro. Goodbye to my D’s misunderstanding of what I am doing with my life. Goodbye to moving where I didn’t wanted to. Goodbye to hours of wastefulness, doing nothing, because I didn’t know what I was doing. Goodbye to being too stress and pressured because it mattered what people thought. Goodbye to disillusion and arguments.

ME IN 8


Mateo.Lucas.Arnau.Papa.Mama.Hans.Cris. Lauris.K.

Tue, March 1st. Despues de la tormenta siempre llega la calma.

And how important are those things that we walk your life with?
Those who make it possible for us to walk in paths,
no matter how hard or soft they are..



the coal of our body



Coffee;city;hurry;running.STOP.Drink.Taste.Smell.



Shiness; so easly overshadow.



After all, I guess too much organization freaks me out.