Many times images tell stories. They are undoubtedly subject to the imaginary of those who see it, including the idealization of it. We are not oblivious to that

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Many times images tell stories. They are undoubtedly subject to the imaginary of those who see it, including the idealization of it. We are not oblivious to that
Many times images tell stories. They are undoubtedly subject to the imaginary of those who see it, including the idealization of it. We are not oblivious to that

Many times images tell stories. They are undoubtedly subject to the imaginary of those who see it, including the idealization of it. We are not oblivious to that, and even the creator himself cannot avoid talking about it. This is the case.
I see myself, see you, in a wonderful intimate scene, she emerges from a night, where an exit, without planning, (which in most cases are the best) had all the condiments of honoring life. It started with a dinner in front of the Mediterranean, nothing exclusive, by the way. Informal, where the good wine was not lacking, and the complicit glances. We already know when some more drinks, arouses a dreamy effect. Music in the right place united our bodies in that wonderful game, of friction and arms, containers of affection. The night passed without haste, the hands of the clock, continued their eternal movement, but none of that limited us. Chemistry and of course love guided us, without knowing it. The beach invited us, at that time where the light is low and the sea gave the perfect frame with its waves breaking and its foam, almost phosphorescent, formed candlesticks illuminated by the stars. The sand was our redoubt, and our bodies danced to the rhythm of that kind of orchestra, whose only chords we listened to.
The arrival at our house, were with the first lights of dawn that slipped through our window. So there we were, I don't think we needed words, but the enigmatic thing, what happens without wanting it, was our gift. The cup of coffee and possibly the need to give voice to what was surely not necessary, was the magical end of a night, where our souls united forever.


Muchas veces las imágenes cuentan historias. Están sometidas, sin duda, al imaginario de quien la ve, inclusive a la idealización de la misma. No estamos ajenos a eso, y hasta el mismo creador, no puede eludir hablar sobre ella. Este es el caso.
Me veo, nos vemos, en una maravillosa escena intimista, ella surge de una noche, donde una salida, sin planificar, (que en la mayor de las veces son las mejores) tuvo todos los condimentos de hacer honor a la vida. Comenzó con una cena frente al mediterráneo, nada exclusivo, por cierto. Informal, donde no falto el buen vino, y las miradas cómplices. Ya sabemos cuándo algunas copas de mas, despierta un efecto ensoñador. La música en el lugar correcto unió nuestros cuerpos en ese maravilloso juego, de roces y brazos, contenedores de afecto. La noche transcurrió sin apuro, las agujas del reloj, seguían su eterno movimiento, pero nada de eso nos limitó. La química y por supuesto el amor, nos guio, sin saberlo. La playa nos invitó, a esa hora donde la luz es poca y el mar dio el marco perfecto con sus olas rompiendo y su espuma, casi fosforescente, formaba candelabros iluminados por las estrellas. La arena fue nuestro reducto, y nuestros cuerpos danzaron al compás de esa especie de orquesta, cuyos acordes solamente nosotros escuchábamos.
La llegada a nuestra casa, fueron con las primeras luces del amanecer que se colaban por nuestra ventana. Entonces allí estábamos, no creo que necesitáramos palabras, pero lo enigmático, lo que sucede sin quererlo, fue nuestro regalo. La taza de café y posiblemente la necesidad de darle voz a lo que seguramente no era necesario, fue el mágico final de una noche, donde nuestras almas se unieron para siempre.

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