Friday, December 31, 2010

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After a couple of Tequilas



Un amor cuando es amor se entrega todo… pero lo nuestro no era amor, era solo una pasión desmesurada, y lo único que entregábamos eran nuestros cuerpos.
Después de un par de tequilas, después de ese mecanismo de olvido instantáneo nos entregábamos el uno al otro… pero todo era físico, solo placer físico.
Fueron dos años y algo más en esta relación clandestina. Yo no deseaba nada más, no tenía necesidad de formalizar lo nuestro o sacarlo a la luz… Esto era para mí solo un pasatiempo.

—Me voy. —dijo mientras se abotonaba la camisa.
- ..., lit a cigarette and just nodded.

cigarette smoke mixed with air and pleasantly distorted my sense of smell. I heard the door close, and after a couple of minutes I heard the engine of his car ... he was gone.

was used to this routine: Tequila, sex, cigarettes ... and then to work.
am a teacher in a school. I hate the noise that always make my students can not stand the sonseras of these immature kids talk ... no, cry. But I am still teaching there, the pay is good.

-Andrew.
- What?
- ... Did you finish and your class?
"Yes.
- ... "I watched so carefully.
- What? He raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing. "And he smiled.
- Stop looking at me ... well, I get stressed.
-Andrés.
- What? -Buffet with discomfort.
- ... Are we going for a drink?
- ... "I hesitated when asked "What?
"A drink.
- ...

Julian is also a school teacher, actually went to college together, but never got along quite well.

He see that you are not drinking very often. "Laughed while enduring his weight up the stairs.
"Shut up ... You and your damn mouth! -Was much more drunk than me, that was obvious.
-silent or wake up your neighbors. I whispered, laughing.
- In miierda these children!
- Where are your keys?
- ...
- Julian!
- ... What miierda want?
"Do not sleep on my shoulder. Give me your keys.
- ... "Suddenly he began to laugh like crazy," You want my ass?
- What?
"Okay, okay ..." He took the key ring of one of his pockets give you what you want.

Laughing and barely able to keep opened up the door by a roar.

"You're so scandalous.
- ... Kiss me. He said as he closed the door behind him.
- ...
"I know you want to kiss me, Andrew.
"You're wrong.

again began to laugh excessively.

"I know you're gay.
- ... "I was firm.
- What's with that sissy with that salt? Is it good? ... Who fucks who? ... Is it big? ... "He continued laughing must have the huge! ... You know? He has the face for putting.

I refrained and I hit a punch, fell to the floor and screamed in pain.
Who thought it was? Who was believed miierda ?!... Speaking well of ...

- ... Do you mind? - Stood holding on to a sofa that abounded in the room. - Do you mind to talk like your little boyfriend? ... Would love this fag?
- ... - Love it?
-Andrew, I know ... "He touched his chest repeatedly, ... I know.
- ... - now what she was talking about?
"I know you want to fuck me ..." came up, staggered-Fuck me! He shouted at the ceiling, like a madman "I do not put resistance.
- ... Julian, you're drunk. Go to sleep.

I walked away from him and headed for the door but he grabbed my arm.

- Is not this what you wanted? "He frowned indignantly, I guess.
- ... Listen, you do not like you. -So I pushed her away.
- What kind of gay are you?! Go to miierda fucking fag! Normally

Julian is an educated, handsome, admired even by the school principal, a clear example for students.
Damned.
Now I know how after a few drinks I hate even more, it's a damned hypocrite.

Arriving at my apartment spotted an elusive shadow among shadows. It was him.

"You're late. She whispers.
- ...
- Have you drunk?
"Yes.
- ... Are you tired?
"Yes.
- ... So you have good night. -Walked into the room.

I took him by the elbow right away, and stared at him.

- ... But not for you. "I let go" ... for you I'm never tired.
-reek of alcohol. -Me looked with a strange pity.
- ... are you not?
"I've had today.
- Why? - We walked around the waist with one of my arms.
- ... I want to quit. Said loosened his tie.
- ... "I laughed a little, but seeing his face serious and steady gaze I stopped my stupid laugh Do you speak seriously?
-Absolutely.

That night we did on the couch for the first time. Embriagábamos always together, or each on its side and then we were in the same bed. But this time the only thing was I had drunk, he was totally sober.
I sensed that something was different, it felt really different.
Was it because we did in the room?
Was it because he was not drunk?
Was it Julian?
Something ... something was definitely different.
The atmosphere was sweet.

In the morning my eyes were opened and did not see him at my side. I looked ... I looked desperately for a cigarette but could not find. I remembered it was Saturday and I relaxed, should not going to give classes.
I lay in bed to relieve the terrible headache that was beginning to harassment. I tried but I could not sleep, my mind was saturated with memories of last night.
was something different.
His voice moaning my name over and over again, sounded different. She clung to the sofa cushions forward and then clung to my back ... I still burn your scratches. But he was really sexy. He was so pleasant, even more than any other time.
Just remember I was getting hard ... Miierda! ... I need a cigarette. A damn cigarette!

heard the door open, immediately got out of bed and left the room. There he was, had just entered, I smiled and put on the table a white bag he brought with him.

"I thought you were gone.
- ... They canceled my photo shoot.
- ... "I looked at him expectantly.
-Costume toast and jam.
- Why?
- ... I'll make coffee. "He turned to the kitchen.
-Lucius ... - I just call you by name?
- ... "He paused in the middle aisle," would have been surprised because I called him by name? - ... Or do you want orange juice? - Continued walking toward the kitchen.
- Lucius! "I took his arm tightly and forced him to watch me.
- ... "I was crying.

I let go gently. "Since he began to mourn?

- "Has anything happened in your work? Did something happen at the agency?
-No. "Was all to say trying to contain his tears.
- ... Why cancel your session?
"I do not care. "He turned around and began searching who knows what in the cupboards.
- Damn ... Why the hell are you crying?!
- ...
- Is it because you canceled your session?
- I canceled it! "He turned toward me. "The canceled, right? The gate!
- ... Why?
- ... Black coffee or milk? "He turned his back again.
- Lucius! ... I'm talking about, do not ignore me, Lucius.
- Stop saying my name ...!
- ...
"Stop calling me that. Miierda! - Threw something somewhere, could not see, I was staring at him. - ... That's not my name.
- ... I know.

"Lucius Shabelle" ... Does that sound nice? To me it sounds too flashy, theatrical ... But was not that his name was just a name artistic modeling agency where she worked forced him to use. Appeared in magazines as such, on television, in the panels in the street ... in the interviews and presented as "Lucius Shabelle"

-Andrés, one thing I must say.
- ...
"I want to ... finish. She ducked her head, looked at some fixed place in the kitchen.
- ...
- ... "He raised his eyes fearful.
- ... If you want to get away just do it.
-Andrew ...
"We're not married ... You have to ask permission or something.

I went to my room. I was not upset, there was no reason to be, could not find any. He and I were lovers only, and from the beginning I knew that this would end, it was ridiculous to think that a relationship like ours would last.
was over.

Now I understand. Through it all seemed very strange when we had sex ... How long had enough of me? ... "Had enough of me?

And I of him? Yes I had enough of him and his lonely smile was as if he could never be satisfied ... or me. I was tired of that after having sex only start and not even properly dismissed. I was tired of being called his cell phone and ran off with the excuse that it was his manager ... Your damn job. I was sick of your damn job.
It is safest to me while maintaining other relationships. I was not the only one I went to bed. My name was not the only one moaning ... I was not the only one I let him back on fire.

"What's with that sissy with that salt? Is it good? ... Who fucks who? ... Is it big? ... The must have huge! ... You know? He has the face for putting. "

Damn putt. Julian was right ...

"... Do you mind? ... Do you mind talking like your little boyfriend? ... Would love this fag? "

A love when love comes around ... but ours was not love, it was just an inordinate passion, and all that we gave were our bodies.
After a couple of tequilas ...
Who tried kidding? ...

almost desperate I went to the room, but he was not there. I went to the kitchen and find it there.

- ... "I was crying.

Sitting on the floor, leaning against the refrigerator, hugging his legs.

- Why are you crying? I asked without straying from the kitchen entrance.
- ... Never mind.
- I do not care? ... Do not you think I care? ... Miierda Why I ask you then?!
- ... Andrew.
- ... "I looked angry, he was upset ... I was upset?
"You're crying.
- What? "I touched his face, had a tear.
- Why are you crying? "Now it was he who asked.
- ...
- Why the hell are you crying?! - Stood up, wiped his face with his forearm and approached me.
"Because ... I have fear.
-Andrew ...
I do not want to miss. I do not want ...
-
Andrew ... "I have fear of losing ...
- ... Andrew!
- Because I love you! "I said.

His eyes were puzzled, was clearly stunned by what he had said.
I grabbed her cheeks and smiled very broadly as he turned to look out a few tears in his eyes.

- ... Repeat. "He whispered close to my lips.
- ... "I hesitated.
-Repeat, Andrew. Say you love me again.
- ... "I swallowed my pride again despite not being sure of many things, I said I love you.
- ... Andrew.
"I love you. Miierda do not know when it happened, but I fell in love with you.
- ...
- ... And now that I realize, you leave me like a damn ...
-I love you too, Andrew.
- ... dog.
- ... "giggled contagious with which I started laughing too.
- Is it serious?
- Yes! But I was afraid that you only saw our relationship as a hobby. Therefore I said we were done, and it hurt so much that you were to take it so lightly. "I hugged her, rubbing his right cheek on my chest.
"I was a fool. I know better than anyone, I am a proud fool.
- ... But that I love you. He looked at me with a warm smile on her face soaked.
"Tell me something. Is it for this that you're not going to drink more?
- ... "agreed.
"Then I too will leave.
- Are you sure about that?
- ... I love you. "I kissed his forehead, he had never done such a thing, I love you without a drop of alcohol in my body.
-Andrew ...
- I can call you by your name? "She smiles fun.
- What name? "She hastened to ask with some discomfort in his voice and his expression clearly uncomfortable.
- ... Your real name.
- ... "she blushed and lowered her face.
-Aldo ... "I whispered.
- not pretty, "cried shame.
"But I like to tell you so, right?
- ...-felt with a smile.
"I'm the only one who will call you so, Aldo.
-Andrés is not a nice name. Ventured to say.
- ... But my mother liked. "I defended myself as I could.

After eating toast with jam and some coffee, I told Aldo he wanted to live with him now. At that time was impressed, I noticed on his face. And I understand. What would the press of this prestigious model if they found out who is living with his gay lover?

- ... Okay.
- Are you sure? I mean. What about your job?
- ... "he smiled, resigned.
- What?
"The tequila was not all I thought about leaving.

-Aldo ... -miierda also sent to work. He laughed happily, seemed liberated "Even thought miierda send to you too. Said maintaining a wry smile.
- Hey!
"But then you know you love me ... I will not give up Tit." I took both hands.
- ... "I could not help my face red with shame that I did hear him say such a thing, you really are cheesy.
- Stupid! ... Who is he wants us to live together?
- So do not want to live with me?!
- I never said that!
- ... I've suggested.
- Liar!

a couple we probably will not free of conflict and distress, but try to be at least somewhat happy. No tequila and cigarettes. I'll get addicted to something healthy ... sex? ...

"Sex is not exactly healthy ... and also because you're addicted to it.
- Do not interrupt my thoughts!
- you who thinks out loud! Idiot!
- ...

I do Aldo addict.

- Did you hear that?
- ... "he is ignoring.
-Aldo ...
- I'll make coffee!
- Aldo!

Friday, December 3, 2010

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A cold and sunny afternoon, with snow in the hills and every shade covered with ice and frost that did not want to melt throughout the day. It is time that you choose the Alto Genil trees to strip of their clothes, of life to leave within six months, painted canvas of the hard cold blue slate



Wednesday, November 24, 2010

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Storms

Storms and unexplained magnificent storms that fill the old stories and mythologies. The landscape changes, everything moves, the wind punished, running water, nature explodes in a hellish chaos than glancing flee, because we sense the certainty, that there is hidden life really.


A mysterious beam of light illuminates the top of Mulhacén (3482m) during a spring storm.


CHOP group twist, hit by hurricane winds autumn in the Sierra Nevada.

Monday, October 25, 2010

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The dormouse


Perhaps this could be the last look of a dormouse to any beech Pyrenees, before diving into a warm hole to start the long winter sleep.



Thursday, October 21, 2010

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Only imagination can set limits to our lives.






Both photos: Autumn in the Torcal de Antequera.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

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ears to your own mouth



Your opinion seems to be the only one that counts.
have no ability to listen to others
Just for your own mouth ears
not understand, do not listen
I never will understand ...




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Wednesday, October 13, 2010

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photograph is discovered, the same landscape rewritten a hundred times in an image capture new ideas, influences, moods, lose track of time while a magical light and make us a corner play with a sort of chamber jazz score which often tends to become more exciting time for implementation to achieve a particular result .


Beech. Pyrenees


Pineta Valley. Pyrenees

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

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only came to bitter and sour to others.


Some people bitter ... That spit in
face of happiness ...
hate life ... And others say "enjoy it"
They think that they enjoy it in every aspect of it ...
And not ...

Their souls just came to bitter and sour to others.

beings are capable of dethroning the sweet smile of a child,
and break a heart to pieces almost impossible to repair ....

Monday, September 27, 2010

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is the spectator, and not life, art really mirrors.

Oscar wilde


Wood and stone. Barrosa Valley. Pyrenees


Water and firs. Pyrenees

Monday, September 20, 2010

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GUILTY ...



was all my fault ...
I was a fool ...
A complete fool.
Your sadness was not my intention, I just want to ask your forgiveness.
the math very fast and did not think
.
support you to do what you should not and do not deserve to be called your "friend"
friend No, no, it was not your fault: mine was
IS MY FAULT, THE ONLY FAULT IS MINE

Thursday, September 16, 2010

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I just want to forget the world ... Living
a different ... One full of life ...
But the bitterness of men does not stop
come alive and free
the opinions of others ...
with ideas contrary to what others think ...
A unique and different world. One
perfect for my imperfect to others.
My World ... My world is the opposite of others. my world is not on my mind and nothing separated me from him:)

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Fed up with people who spit in life ... Miran
others with bitter gesture ...
not think of others ... Think of them ...
Without realizing they are just another of the world ... That simply
are another of the heap ... Special
beings are those who forget themselves and think of others ...
One word: Humility

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

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Obsessions

Dawn at The Munia (3133m)

His light I keep chasing, jump forms in my mind, play with them, I travel over there, living on its slopes. A part of me is reluctant to leave this world, partly real and partly imaginary, the dreamed one day, which were met with many dreams and that every day, keep dreaming.

is an obsession, is a mountain, Pyrenees.


Monte Perdido (3355m)


Pineta Valley

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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FREE MY WORLD



Said I loved you ....
I said I can not live without you ...
I said I can not breathe without you by my side ....
BUT NOW THAT YOU END Despite more than a year thinking about you I'm past it, I'M FREE, FREE OF DEPRESSION .... Free
such a butterfly leaving the cocoon ... Free ...

Monday, August 16, 2010

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Barrosa


Barrosa Circus

One spring afternoon walked my bike to the Barrosa Valley, instead of that, Bielsa, as well a friend told me about Peter. The first ramp, harsh, going up the forest gain altitude quickly. Gradually the valley was opening the circus once Barrosa and appeared before me the majestic silhouette La Munia, peak with an altitude of 3133 meters overlooking the cliffs and surrounding watersheds. The broad road led to a narrow path that crossed streams and the remains of two tremendous fallen avalanches last winter from the heights of Sierra Liena. I went ahead with the afternoon sun through this small valley, which was a marvelous compendium of the surrounding Pyrenees.



Pino started by an avalanche

In two weeks I visited three times the Barrosa Valley, very early, before dawn, for the sheer pleasure of arriving at night, hidden in the dark, breathing the cold morning air and watch crouching, with pine trees, tiny in the landscape, as the first light renewed life in this beautiful corner of the mountains of Aragon.


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Friday, August 13, 2010

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I would be a drop ...

4 walls
Locked in life is gray and everything is equal,
2 doors
closed and many windows without light gray
outside ...
Being a prisoner of life
What princess on the balcony was enclosed
Private
every feeling and every emotion
Raindrops keep falling windows,
Seeing them I envy,
They travel the world, up and down from heaven to earth ...
I want to be one of them at least 1 second
And when I leave a horrible condition

Saturday, August 7, 2010

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Beliefs

"If someone asks me what religion I belong, I will say, that of the Col de Marie Blanque ..."

Kenneth White

first light on the Monte Perdido (3355m.). Pyrénées


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JUST BEING "ME? ... Mental Block

After many entries came into my head: What does the title of the blog?
"Being only myself" many did not understand, I even confused me ... What does it mean?

"Just Being Me" are three words that tell a story
"Being alone I" is what a girl thinks differently.

answer is what his thoughts to breathe, do you want to shout: "WHAT'S WRONG WITH JUST BE ME!?
WHY LESS IMPORTANT IF I AM JUST BEING ME?!

Monday, August 2, 2010

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is blocking my mind I have no exact path
My thoughts are blurred and happiness
does not distinguish

spent the black and white color
And sad eyes of people
Heaven is not heaven
Earth is not Earth.

"When it became so monotonous life?
The dull routine of life
And the Human Being is equal to the pile!

Sunday, August 1, 2010

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A damn old love letter to an angel

rural I loved, I loved spontaneous loved him wild. And now that I do not love him It presents as a ghost in the night.
Years have passed slowly, taking uncertain times. And now that my hands cracked tottering, he appears in the environment of the moon, when the clouds we cry and he mourns her departure.

"It was a lie, yeah I loved you, I love you now and always will ..."

His voice becomes an echo spread between rain and dissolved in tears.
Then I asked in a whisper thin always carry it in my memory to remember it.
How can we forget the man whom I loved so much, which I both want, knowing that I was cursed to desire?
But now I say he goes, he will not return, life as vomiting and death claims him.
Do not damn was I? So why is he and not me who left this world?

drops keep falling from his eyes and the heavens. His face is just beautiful, beauty is the same for eight years.
I bring a hand to his face, dry a tear or two and then tangle my fingers in his hair still just as light and silky, with the same golden glow.

"I never forgot you and I can never do it ..."
"... I still love?"
"No. I stopped loving you ... when my son was born. "

His eyes revealed his dismay me.

"Do you have a child?"
"Yes, three years."

Fakes a smile, as in those years when he smiled and continued commitment to my games lover.

"Surely it is as handsome as you."

fell silent, watching a crimson emboldened in his brown eyes. Your mind wanders, I notice clueless in his face. Child Smile with air and stared at my shoes.

"You must know more about it than me, you're a doctor ..."

began to fall prey to nerves, I knew when he put his hands in his pockets.

"... AIDS is not spread with saliva, right?"
"Where are you getting at?"

His gaze is riveted in my eyes now, I drilled and filled me with nostalgia .

"Just one kiss, just that I ask."
"... Impossible. "
" Why? ... Do you give disgust? Is that right? "
" Of course not "
" Do not lie! "

The piercing scream from her throat was accompanied by a frenzy of crying. I felt a kind of thorn embedded somewhere in the chest. Almost as a reflex I grabbed him, hugged him tightly as if she could melt into it, as it once dreamed. But it was only fear, a slight fear that caused me the beauty of her face crying.

"Do not ask me now what I always prayed for you."

put his arms around me, to feel them as I could make the disease began to play with him, her arms thin and frail now I did notice.

rain still lashed on us, whitish smoke coming out of our mouths, their lips were icy, his hands were freezing, and I knew that soon his life will also be frozen.

I grabbed him by the cheeks and kissed him, kissed his lips moist, were salted by rain or perhaps tears. Contact with his mouth for a moment filled me with memories. How many times I tried to kiss him this way? How many times have I said what I felt for him? How many times do I reproached myself loving a man?

The man who loves a man is cursed, but I loved him as a man, and the curse went with my loved.

Because life was not just me or him for that and for what once felt for this man, who before my lover in a dream, it was my best friend. Therefore today we kiss, first and last time.