Spaceship

I'm convinced! I do not like blondes. I didn't like before, and I'm more convinced than ever. It's a serious affirmation. I don't like to see people in colour. A woman cannot be reduced just like that. I don't like blondes because I don't want to see that in a woman. I like women, I loved amazing women, but not because of their hair colour. They are fantastic because of what they are, what they show or maybe what they do not. Not a colour of the skin or hair. A complete idea of a woman cannot be that simple.  It is true, I agree that a someone that can commit treason with her hair can betray everything else, but who cares about if they do, who cares about the colour or the shape if there's a fantastic woman in front of me. I don't like blondies because I don't like the rest of the stereotype. And it works for many people on both sides. Blondies act like blondes, and the rest of the world hopes they act like blondes. There's no surprise

I liked the way you look at. I loved to find your eyes crossing the day, make it just better. It's not the rain is gone, and the sun is back, it's not a lifetime trace or an infinite track. It's just for making the day better, just for that It's not that we know everything about each other, we rarely talk about. It's not that I am becoming crazy on what you are. It's just the way you look. One part of me is curious about how many stories you have, how much life is in your soul, or how many dragons have you killed. I want to know about you because I found something fascinating, but horrifying, but peaceful, but revealing in some grade. And there you are, just crossing by. And there you are, and I liked the way you look at

The last time I saw you we were normal. You were covered by flowers and made of apple rings. Your skin was the projection of incredible adventures and in your eyes lived all the joy you were always needed to live. The smile was infinite and always mysterious. The last time I saw you we were nothing, we were beginning the fight against the universe, and we were defeated that time. We had no more projections than tomorrow, and we were not tied than by the morning messages that made your distracting smiles, that forced my creativity to the limits. The last time I saw you I saw my dreams in French, my relentless thoughts in English, my curiosity about how much you can achieve in the Spanish we always explored. I like your ideas in three languages, I loved your feelings in one unique sensation. That time was full of surprises and emotions, but everything erased by the now. The last time I saw you were the first time I didn't understand the world. The last time I saw you I don't eve

She will die, because her instincts are going up, and here she needs to go down. Because her basic thoughts are playing against her. Because she only knew to make it better, to work harder, even if it means going against the wall again and again. She's the best explorer that got lost in the corner of a new world. She will die because she flies, her skills are her destiny. Her aims are her life, and now she lost her mission, surviving it's not an option anymore. She will die at the moment she found something different in her world, the environment is different now, the world has changed for her. There's no way to escape. And now there she is, getting crazy, going around and around, she's blocked finding the solutions. She's desperate to find some air, it's difficult to breathe now. And she will try, and she will run, and she will panic. She will repeat everything she knows, every attempt, every step. She will work harder, and even better, now desper

Don't misunderstand me, I just want to see you. It's for sure and admiration exercise, but it's also a recurrent need that has been created. I want to see you and don't get me wrong if I need your eyes for the light if I see the dark of your lips if I believe in the impossible texture of your hair of I aspire the smell of your perfume because I just want to see you. I want to get crazy in your fake smiles and in your elegant clothes. I want to feel the heat on your arms and hate the way you smoke. And don't get me wrong I just want to see you. I want to see you despite being somewhere else, besides our incomplete conversations or that incredible way of flirting, it's not another thing, it's just I want to see you. For sure I don't want to hug you for hours, for sure next to you, it's not my perfect place to stay. I'm sure you heard that thousand times before but for now I just want to see you. For sure I'm going to use this one tho

He tenido la necesidad de escribir lo que nadie quiere escuchar, y tenido que buscar en el tiempo lo que no encuentro en la vida. He tenido que buscar las palabras donde no hay nada más que rincones oscuros, que pensamientos vacíos, que absurdos momentos y hay tanta velocidad en este relato que no puedo parar. He tenido la necesidad escribirlo porque no hay nada más en este mundo que pueda hacer para liberarme de ello. ¿Dónde estás? No lo sé. Te he perdido hace meses junto con la claridad con la que ilumina mi vida. Te he perdido en la miserable forma en la que el suelo perder cada uno de los valiosos intentos que he dejado ir. Y después de eso nadie quiere escuchar. Y después de eso no hay nada más que decir. Te he contemplado en la más absurda de las tentaciones y te he soñado en el más profundo de mis sueños, y aún así no existes. Te he cubierto con increíbles cualidades que no son reales. Te he inventado y te desecho tantas veces que no he podido construir una sola vez la mi