formas frías

twins

lauren, ava, marilyn

bambina

witches, flowers and crystal balls

home

triángulos

chema madoz

snowhite

she

los ojos de los nómadas

Todo lo que yo no puedo ver, los lugares a los que no llego, consigo conocerlo a través de los ojos de isina y mario, pareja itinerante gracias a la cual puedo imaginarme Bosnia, Rumanía y Bulgaria...esta entrada está dedicada a ellos y a sus miradas.

Bosnia




Bulgaria



Rumania

el presente derribando al pasado

it's been so long ago...

shelter in bed

selfportrait

shelter from the storm

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

wien

mariete e isa en viena

woman on a long black veil

y desgarro

decadencia

paris, años 30

*cortesía del estimado Lartigue

belle

piedra sobre piedra

reencuentros

worried about things that may not happen

piedra, arena, tierra

La mujer de arena y la mujer de tierra tratan de cuidarte. Sujetan tus raíces al suelo, intentando que vivas y no mueras. No pueden hacer nada para orientar tus ramas, que se enredan en el bosque de las mentiras, sucio vertedero adonde van a parar los cadáveres de quienes fueron sensibles y se destruyeron. Pero al menos intentan, con caramelos una, con preguntas infantiles la otra, con poesía ambas, que no pierdas definitivamente el lugar que te pertenece, que no abandones del todo el lugar al que perteneces. Y tú tratas de cavar tu tumba, arrojando lejos la arena y la tierra, pero es inútil: nunca se acaban, y cuanto más crezca tu agujero, habrá más arena, más tierra, que luchen por rodearte, por no dejar un espacio vacío en el que puedas caer, en el que puedas romperte. Da igual que intentes ser de piedra.


pd: fotografía cortesía de tatiana

un café siempre calienta

todos podemos parecer demonios, mas no por ello lo somos

en la ardiente oscuridad

arrugas

la main et le miroir

go back

a little waltz