maybe

I'm going to draw this night, saturday night, mi first saturday with thirty two years...
Maybe one of she is in the bed with her she, lookins a streamming online film....
maybe another "she" is making love with....
maybe you are looking the t.v alone in her sofa...
maybe listen the new great song about Niña Pastori, "La ciudad",....one time after another time...
moments for enjoy... all the week,
a lot of tender and great instants for the rest of my life...
you see my eyes.. you kiss me, and smile, a thousand times... and the details...

in this moment I think maybe my drawers not are so good for the majory works for drawers...
maybe I should make the drawers more perfects, I make the drawers leaving me by the impulses of every moment....
but the results not are so good for the professionals...
is the moment for change to make the things more best, in more detail perfectionists...
I mean, baby .... has been great to hear often these days you're with me...

I feel like Elvis singing "Viva las Vegas"... maybe...


It's now so late for a normal night, but today is saturday night, 
the last night has been like a saturday night but it was a friday night...
maybe like the friday's night when I was born....



What is my utopia? 
What are your utopia?


My desire for this new year....
you know...
for continuos play with my life....
I can't think in my future... 
because If I dream about something... I destroy it...
is my paranoia...
What are your paranoia?


Liberty....


I try to draw the best possible way
but my way, my way is to get carried away by the wind ...
Instant ... for now straight ...
without thinking


while others will always require the perfection of feeling and the logical consequence of his actions ...


I speak a strange look for a documentary to watch ... something historical, Iremove the brain inside ...


I'm so used to seeing what emerges, what I found ...
my life revolves in circles, it seems ... circles that seem to begin and end in the same way, similarly .... incredible, you would expect every time different, and it is,but it seems too ... sometimes I want to jump ... I do not want good, I feel in me the need to jump ...

how many times I dreamed that under the balconies, with great care, to the ground ...
light that dazzles me, that becomes something of what I wanted to forget forever... who are all ahead of the tsunami ...
kiss me without stopping ...


this time, you, arremeteré with whatever it takes, I'll be selfish, and makes everyeffort to keep your calm ... for letting you carry and vibrate every minute withoutrancor, without too much inevitable anger at not being able to stop time ...


I love you*