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@caminoderosas
27-04-2023
Paint me like Picasso used to or maybe more the curves of a Matisse. Play your guitar like Paco for me; on a summer night in Cadiz. Write about me the sweetest words like from a poem of Keats and sing for me a melody that will burn my cheeks from heath.
Oh, to be a muse for an artist is like a forever dream.
girl same!
âI love you more than my own death.â
Matador (1986) dir. Pedro AlmodĂłvar
âItâs just this strange thing I do where I allow myself to briefly fall in love with another human being that I see on a train, or the sidewalk, or in a warm cafĂŠ.â
â Chelsea Fagan
â Unknown
â Susan Jeffers
Desperado (1995)
9-5
I have not really found a place where I could feel like home. Scared to buy anything bigger than some furniture. Scared to be stuck within the same place for too long. My heart is longing for passion. To see the beauty in life. To sing, to dance and to taste freedom. To feel the passion you share with another within the most deep conversation while feeling your cheekâs getting red and warm from the red wine.
I have felt the most freedom and happiness while listening to my favourite song driving next to the ocean and to smell the salty air. I have experienced moments you can not put into words. Like tears rolling down your eyes seeing the Northern Lights, but also being scared to freeze your face off because it is -30 degrees outside. Sleeping under the stars on an inhabited island only to wake up the next morning finding out some ants ate your breakfast. Getting an indescribable feeling once you hear and see artists preform flamenco. Like your emotions are ready to burst within laughter, tears and love â- and so much more. And that is what life is. So. Much. More.
I find myself staring out of the window and need to focus again on the e-mail I was writing. Then I close my laptop, make some dinner and get myself ready for another day of work the next morning. Isnât that funny?
âNo matter what, nobody can take away the dances youâve already hadâ - Gabriel GarcĂa Marquez
This. I wrote this not even a year ago. Not knowing in a few months life would be so different again. Again I am staring out of my window daydreaming about the dances I had or will have. But this time it is the window of my car. Right next to the ocean. Dreaming of the next place I am going to. âĽď¸
Sophia Loren, c.1954
The paradox of our times: More connected, yet more isolated.
âIt was good for a while, being empty. I didnât hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back.â
â Myra McEntire
âI stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.â
â Unknown
No quiero un amor a medias, rasgado y partido por la mitad. He luchado y sufrido tanto que me merezco algo entero, intenso e indestructible.
Jm Storm
Jm Storm
