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And when she dies… she may grant you a wish.
I just reminding when this was my to go dumpster of thoughts. Just fo tell things to the internet clouds, then it transformed into my HP and TUA space.
Latter just pictures of travels. Things I wanted to have . To cherish in some way. And now now we are back at the star point? Maybe, maybe, life is full of maybes.
Good thing is no one in here remembers me.
Today I think is one of those days.
My hearts is trying to get out of my ribcage.
The clouds are heavy over my head. Everything feels to much. My body thinks everyone hates my existence.
I know is not true. I know there's very few people that will miss me if I'm gone. But, today is a hard day.
I miss the clear sky's. The calm. Who I was before the storm that drag me to the floor. I'm missing things that will ever come back.
I wanna go back to the smell of wood, the rays of sun over the kitchen table. The birds on the garden and the cat sitting next to the window.
I wanna make a mess in the kitchen counters, call my cousins so they can come and eat whatever I made cuz is too much just for me.
I wanna sit under the sun and draw. Feel the warm in my skin and imagine is the hug of those that care. Like a small remind of his words. A silent statement that grounds me and force me to remember that I’m not alone.
Oh god lord, I wanna go home. But there's no home anymore.
Tome estas fotos para alguien importante. A veces me pregunto si se imaginará que tanto cambio mi vida con su existencia. De forma indirecta al inicio, sin saberlo. Y después se termino de meter en ella como un vendaval.
Fue aire fresco. Palabras que no sabía siquiera que necesitaba. Un ratito de luz cálida entre las marañas de obscuridad. A veces la única sonrisa del día. La única palabra de aliento, sin saberlo.
Me pregunto si sabrá la de veces que me hizo llorar al leer que en lugar de carga también fui compañía. Una deseada. Nunca le he confesado que sus palabras llegaron en el momento exacto para hacerme bajar las armas, respirar y caminar un poco más.
El día que parta de mi vida, porque se que nada es eterno, dolerá. Pero no lo recordaré nunca sin sonreír. Siempre será alguien a quien agradeceré haberme encontrado en las tierras de nadie. Bendito el algoritmo que lo trajo a mi puerta y lo metió a empujones en la vida que se me iba de las manos.
Hoy tomo fotos de flores no solo porque me gusta tomar fotos a las flores. Ahora también lo hago porque me recuerdan a él. Que raras son las amistades.
Ojalá que nos dure la amistad toda la vida. Y si no es así, ojalá poder seguir viéndolo sonreír. Abrirse como las flores en primavera y florecer. Merece un jardín en el cual ser feliz.
Era diminuto .
Today is one of those days.
I just miss to wake up to the shattered curtains, the slightly red light. The cat sleeping next to me. The sound of birds and the soft murmurs of old songs playing at the distance.
I miss my home.
Hit the road Jack!
Carretera Libre San Luis Potosí - Rio Verde
Exteriores del Jardín de Edward James. Xilitla. S.L.P, México. 2025
Y por primera vez la vi, casi como ellos la vivieron.
El salto. El Naranjo, S.L.P. , México. 2024
Torre Latinoamericana, explanada Bellas Artes. CDMX, 2024.
Rio Verde. SLP, México. 2025
There’s something in the city that doesn’t taste like home. But I holds a place near to it.
Bring me back to that moment even if they didn’t make a flower with my ice cream. Era de guamuchil.
It was a good night
Lil green spider in the backyard
I have a lot of pictures of things… random moments. Landscapes, roads. Trash pictures that I take.
Some are good others are really bad, but idk.
This place was my trash can for fandom and stupid contents. It can be again my trash can but this time.,, for memores .
For instants.
Like this one. It was a magic moment. The dang smile face in my paleta payaso was indeed smiling.