AWEWAKEMYSOUL

ephemeral colours. a scent of freedom. sprouting the will to live. photographs full of sensations. _ _ colores fugaz. aroma a libertad. retoñando las ganas de vivir. fotos llenas de sensaciones. all photographs shot by me. ©2011-2018 all rights reserved.

[awewakemysoul]

“princesa, quiero decirte algo. y te lo voy a decir en las palabras de mario benedetti... puedes contar conmigo.”

this could be the reel to a last breath | vi

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“sometimes i think you are this way and this melancholia that overtakes you is because when you were in my womb: i was going through a depression...”

i am stunned. not sure i could ever look at him the same. let me wipe your tears and know that none of it is your fault. that some of us are just not of this world.

do you think someday i will have a similar conversation with my plants when they begin to wilt?

this could be the reel to a last breath | iii

[awewakemysoul]

give, give, give. fight, fight, fight if i say it in 3’s my brain retains. the hussle is strong, and then: we just become a memory... if we are lucky. - “this is an awesome song: i couldn’t think of anyone else that would appreciate it. i think you would:” you are not wrong. i hope i can be a part of the smiles in your future. and when you hear this song again, will you always think of me? - “passion, resilience.. your hands are so soft” there were too many years when i felt so alone, in the shadows. they changed me, i think. took my wholesomeness, my voice. “the past can be a beast, i can hear you” - what is a soul? c'mon, give me your medical definition. “do i need a drink for this conversation? you don't want that definition” just tell me. “........” fuck that. do you really believe that? - “you are an unconcious empath” i am many things i dont understand. - plant shadows are like paintings, i’m sure someone discovered that already. “your language is beautiful” - how about the spirit? what is a spirit? - this could be the reel to a last breath | ii

[awewakemysoul]

that day, last june, before you were leaving the house, you hugged me tight. and as you pulled me closer, when you said “well, i will not see you again”

i quickly unwrapped myself from your embrace, to look into your eyes.

i fell silent.

you saw my reaction and quickly picked up your purse as if it was your cross to carry.

but you see, i have always been keen to energy, to words, and i think you knew this.

you told me “te quiero mucho, mucho” and “those plants grow out of tree trunks in azua”

(is your time coming up or mine? i wondered.)

now we know.

[awewakemysoul]

mumford and my hand.

his leaf: has a hole, and don’t we all? this body: the vessel of our souls in this world. i find myself having way too many reflections on how momentary life is, and too many instances throughout the days feel like, like- they could be the last. i am not certain this is normal, i am not certain what this is.

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detalles. i think you need spring, i think we need spring. maybe it holds the answer.

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vii.

“que aunque aquí todo está muy bien,
mi mente no deja de correr,
que todo pasa...
que la vida de repente me alcanza,
que estoy cansada... 
mi mente necesita de calma”

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vi.

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“la vida es un proceso cada quien construyendo su reto y al mismo tiempo uno siente rincones inciertos”

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“mi vista es distinta es muy triste y contamina quiero dejar de creer estarme sola y no ver me siento cada vez menos viva derrotada y confundida sin saber qué hacer no logro entender

que aunque aquí todo está muy bien mi mente no deja de correr que todo pasa que la vida de repente me alcanza que estoy cansada mi mente necesita de calma que todo cambia mi mundo siente que se va acabar porque esto ataca en silencio, parezco dudar

la vida es un proceso cada quien construyendo su reto y al mismo tiempo uno siente rincones inciertos miro al cielo pido al mundo respuestas a esto que me está comiendo pero debo escarbar mis adentros

que aunque aquí todo está muy bien mi mente no deja de correr que todo pasa que la vida de repente me alcanza que estoy cansada mi mente necesita de calma que todo cambia mi mundo siente que se va acabar porque esto ataca en silencio, parezco dudar

la rudeza de mi mente es sutil sin darme cuenta, puede dejarme aquí quiero ser fuerte, no dejar de competir esta lucha es solo contra mí

que todo pasa que la vida de repente me alcanza que estoy cansada mi mente necesita de calma que todo cambia mi mundo siente que se va acabar porque esto ataca pero sé que lo voy a lograr”

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