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Las chicas del drugstore

Posted by nauta on November 18th, 2006

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Madrid, 1979

Hoy cuando desperté me encontré en la mesilla
un número de teléfono en unas cerillas
todas cuando se van me dejan algo
algunas solo noches vacías
otras me dan amor
pero a veces se lo llevan todo….

Pero tu ya sabes como son las chicas del drugstore…

Fuezas cuyo poder desconozco…

Posted by nauta on November 27th, 2005

La amistad desata en mi fuerzas cuyo poder y significado desconozco


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Invisibes son las fronteras

Posted by nauta on November 24th, 2005

La amistad es tan compleja como el amor. Y a veces, la amistad apasionada, lo es mucho mas.

Luis antonio de Villena
El mal mundo

The options

Posted by nauta on May 11th, 2005

The Cambridge Bar about midnight.

The bar is closing. We have gone out and we stay on the street for a moment, just to say bye.

I start to tell “‘I need your help, but I’m wondering how I could help you in exchange…” the woman, who I’m talking to, stops me and responds “I’m going to help you without any conditions” and follows stressing “No conditions, at all” After that she kisses me and goes.

“Nothing is without conditions, except in friendship and in love,” I thought while I saw her to move away from me ‘them she only have left me two options or becoming in her friend or loving her… perhaps another, both of them.’

Until I felt to sleep, late, that night, I couldn’t stop to think in those words.

A complex transformation in a minimalist place

Posted by nauta on May 6th, 2005

Near to the university at lunch time.

After the class we go to a minimalist bar, chosen by Dana. We sit down beside a big window. We start to chat. Two hours later I realize that Dana is becoming in my advisor, my confidant and my friend, all of them rolled into one. Behind the windows, changing between sunny and rainy, the weather has been the only witness to this transformation.

Thanks dana, for that moment.

I would like you were a rock, because: ‘Apa trece, pietrele rămân’, you already know what I really mean.