Yo también solia escribir mis sueños...
Ayer soñé que ellos iban a matarme. No sé quién, ya sabes, "ellos...", siempre son "ellos". Estaba en la cama, esperándoles, sabiendo lo que iba a pasar, y nerviosa, porque sabía que con quedarme quieta bastaría, con no hacer ningún ruido, para que no pudieran verme y se marcharan... Y allí estaba, tumbada, con los ojos cerrados escuchando como invadian mi habitación, escuchando su olfateo indiscreto, el peligro inminente...
Y fue tan estresante que salí de un salto de aquel sueño...
Y allí seguia, paralizada, en mi cama, cuando me di cuenta de que era solo un sueño, y seguía en mi tienda, la tienda roja, a la luz de la mañana y rodeada de calma...
Volví a dormirme de nuevo, y tenía una tos horrible, y me sentía tan enferma que me vi a mi misma diciéndote, "esta pequeña princesa tiene el océano entero en sus pulmones...", y estaba allí vestida de princesa, en lo alto del castillo, con toda esa agua y todos esos peces deseando saltar por la ventana... Pero el mar pesaba demasiado en mi pecho, y solo podía decirte eso...
"tengo el mar entero en mis pulmones...", y pensaba que me iba a ahogar...
(dicen que la tristeza se adhiere a los pulmones... Yo toso para deshacerme de ella, y toso tanto, que a veces me dan agujetas...)
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I also used to write my dreams...
Yesterday I was dreaming they were going to kill me somehow. I don´t know who, you can imagine they were just "they..". I was in bed, waiting for them, knowing what was going to happen. And I knew one just had to keep sitll, to be quiet, so that they cannot see you and leave.. And I was there, lying, with my eyes closed, hearing them walking in my room... it was so stressful that I had to scape from that dream..
Then I realized I was in my tent, my red tent... and the morning had come, and everything was peaceful...
I started to dream again, and I had a cough, and I was feeling so sick that I had the image of me telling you, "this little princess has the whole sea in her lungs...", and then I was dressed as a princess, in the top of a castle, with all that water in my chest, full of fishes and mussels. I wanted to jump from my window, but my chest was so heavy that I though I was going to drown...
(It´s been told that sadness sometimes embrace your lungs... Then I cough to take it out, and I cough so much that sometimes my chest is so stiff...)
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martes, 27 de octubre de 2009
indefinitely
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oco1DaqoKtM
Everyday in every way Im falling
Everything that everyone says turns me on/off
Shine a light on me
So that everyone can see
That I wanna stay here indefinitely
Time exists but just on your wrist so dont panic
Moments last and lifetimes are lost in a day
So wind your watches down please
cos there is no time to lose
And Im gonna stay here indefinitely
And I wanna stay here
so just let me be
Now I can see the light circling round your reflection...
And Im gonna stay here indefinitely
And Im gonna stay here so just let me be
Indefinitely,
indefinitely,
indefinitely
Indefinitely,
indefinitely,
indefinitely.
(Travis, the invisible Band)
Everyday in every way Im falling
Everything that everyone says turns me on/off
Shine a light on me
So that everyone can see
That I wanna stay here indefinitely
Time exists but just on your wrist so dont panic
Moments last and lifetimes are lost in a day
So wind your watches down please
cos there is no time to lose
And Im gonna stay here indefinitely
And I wanna stay here
so just let me be
Now I can see the light circling round your reflection...
And Im gonna stay here indefinitely
And Im gonna stay here so just let me be
Indefinitely,
indefinitely,
indefinitely
Indefinitely,
indefinitely,
indefinitely.
(Travis, the invisible Band)
jueves, 22 de octubre de 2009
Al final una se acostumbra al frío
una se acostumbra al olor a viejo
a las telarañas de las esquinas
a la oscuridad de una casa sin electricidad.
Una se acostumbra al olor a fuego
se abraza a ese aire,
lo respira y lo hace suyo...
y entonces años de civilización se deshacen en su pecho...
y tiembla de frío
llora de alegría...
llora de miedo...
(mientras se templa al sol)
una se acostumbra al olor a viejo
a las telarañas de las esquinas
a la oscuridad de una casa sin electricidad.
Una se acostumbra al olor a fuego
se abraza a ese aire,
lo respira y lo hace suyo...
y entonces años de civilización se deshacen en su pecho...
y tiembla de frío
llora de alegría...
llora de miedo...
(mientras se templa al sol)
From air and wind
Somebody told me that a very long time ago, when the humans were created, there was two kinds of humans living in harmony. Some of them were made of earth, and they used to know the mistery of fire and metals, while the others, made of air, knew the secrets of magic and water.
When the humans that we know now started to build their houses, work the land, and studing the world, the people made of air went to the forests, where they lived magically with the nature. During a long time they still had good relationships, the people from the villages went to them to recover from their illnesses, and they gave back their work and their knowledge.
When the civilizacion grew and got old, and the roads came into the forests, and the sea started to be full of boats, the people from the trees had to leave to survive. Lots of them dead, because they didnt want to leave their brothers there alone, while others decided to grow wings, instead of arms, and went to live into the sky, between the clouds.
It´s been told that they were living there for such a long time that the people from the earth forgot them, and only the children or the animals could remember. They didnt, so they were watching from the sky to what was happening, and sometimes they sent messages in the shape of wind which people rarely listened to.
Humans were growing, and the earth became old and wrinkled, and people looked so sad that they decided to come back from the air. They lost their wings, and grew arms instead of them, again, and they looked so similar to the other humans that they really thought they were the same.
But they are not, and it´s been told that the first time you see their eyes you can see the sky through them. They also have in their naked back a scar that makes you remember that they could somehow fly.
Sometimes they feel so alone that they become sadness, and die in a sea made of tears.
If you listen and take care of them, they will give you colours, flowers and fruits, that would make your life more beautiful.
If you let them go, you will always have a pink scar, from where a neverending love will come up.
The story says that if two of them get together, they will inmediately recognise each other, even when they don´t know why, because they could see the air through their eyes. They will also have a white light surrounding them wherever they go, the time will be colapsed and slowly, and the machines will stop working. It will be because a deep wind will move and clean everything around them.
And everything they do together would really make blossom the forests, renew the rivers, transform the cities and calm the wars down, and in their hug all the humans will be together, and they would never be the same since they came back.
When the humans that we know now started to build their houses, work the land, and studing the world, the people made of air went to the forests, where they lived magically with the nature. During a long time they still had good relationships, the people from the villages went to them to recover from their illnesses, and they gave back their work and their knowledge.
When the civilizacion grew and got old, and the roads came into the forests, and the sea started to be full of boats, the people from the trees had to leave to survive. Lots of them dead, because they didnt want to leave their brothers there alone, while others decided to grow wings, instead of arms, and went to live into the sky, between the clouds.
It´s been told that they were living there for such a long time that the people from the earth forgot them, and only the children or the animals could remember. They didnt, so they were watching from the sky to what was happening, and sometimes they sent messages in the shape of wind which people rarely listened to.
Humans were growing, and the earth became old and wrinkled, and people looked so sad that they decided to come back from the air. They lost their wings, and grew arms instead of them, again, and they looked so similar to the other humans that they really thought they were the same.
But they are not, and it´s been told that the first time you see their eyes you can see the sky through them. They also have in their naked back a scar that makes you remember that they could somehow fly.
Sometimes they feel so alone that they become sadness, and die in a sea made of tears.
If you listen and take care of them, they will give you colours, flowers and fruits, that would make your life more beautiful.
If you let them go, you will always have a pink scar, from where a neverending love will come up.
The story says that if two of them get together, they will inmediately recognise each other, even when they don´t know why, because they could see the air through their eyes. They will also have a white light surrounding them wherever they go, the time will be colapsed and slowly, and the machines will stop working. It will be because a deep wind will move and clean everything around them.
And everything they do together would really make blossom the forests, renew the rivers, transform the cities and calm the wars down, and in their hug all the humans will be together, and they would never be the same since they came back.
De aire y viento...
Alguien me dijo que hace mucho mucho tiempo, cuando la raza humana fue creada, había dos tipos de seres humanos que vivían en armonía. Unos eran de tierra, y conocían los misterios del fuego y el metal, mientras los otros, de aire, conocían los secretos de la magia y el agua.
Cuando los humanos que hoy conocemos decidieron construirse sus casas, abonar la tierra y estudiar el mundo, los seres de aire se fueron a los bosques, donde vivían, errantes y mágicos, en comunión con la naturaleza.
Durante mucho tiempo seguían intercambiando sus formas de vida, la gente de las casas recurría a ellos para sanar sus vidas, y a cambio ofrecían los frutos de su tierra y sus descubrimientos.
Cuando la humanidad creció, y se hizo vieja, y las carreteras inundaron los bosques, y el mar se llenó de barcos, las personas de los bosques no tuvieron más remedio que marcharse si querían sobrevivir. Muchos de ellos murieron, pues no querían abandonar a sus hermanos, y otros decidieron dar sus brazos, y se construyeron alas en cambio, y se fueron a vivir al cielo, entre las nubes.
Cuentan que allí vivieron durante muchos muchos años, tantos, que la humanidad se olvidó de ellos, y ya solo los recordaban los niños y los animales. Ellos, en cambio, observaban desde arriba lo que sucedía, y desde su suelo azul de vez en cuando mandaban mensajes en forma de viento, que los hombres rara vez escuchaban.
La humanidad siguió creciendo, se hizo arrugada y vieja, y los hombres parecían tan tristes que los seres de aire pensaron deberían regresar. Poco a poco se desprendieron de sus alas, y bajaron a la tierra, llegando a parecer personas normales, e incluso creyendo ellos mismos que lo eran.
Pero no lo son, en absoluto, cuentan que la primera vez que ves sus ojos puedes ver el cielo a través de ellos, y que en su espalda desnuda aún les quedan unas cicatrices, que recuerdan que una vez pudieron volar.
A menudo se sienten tan solos que les invade la tristeza, y languidecen en un mar de lágrimas oscuras.
Si les prestas atención y les cuidas te regalarán colores, flores y frutas, que alimentarán y embellecerán tu vida.
Si les dejas marchar te dejarán una cicatriz de color rosa, de la que brotará un amor incondicional y eterno...
Dicen que si alguna vez se encuentran dos de ellos, se reconocerán al instante, aún cuando no sepan porqué, y será porque habrán reconocido el aire a través de los ojos del otro, y tendrán una luz blanca que les rodee allá donde vayan, el tiempo se concentrará y ralentizará, y los aparatos electrónicos dejarán de funcionar, pues un viento profundo moverá y limpiará todo lo que se encuentre a su alrededor.
Y realmente todo lo que hagan juntos hará florecer de nuevo los bosques, renovará los ríos, transformará las ciudades y calmará las guerras, y en su abrazo cabrá la humanidad entera, que no podrá volver a ser la misma desde su regreso...
Cuando los humanos que hoy conocemos decidieron construirse sus casas, abonar la tierra y estudiar el mundo, los seres de aire se fueron a los bosques, donde vivían, errantes y mágicos, en comunión con la naturaleza.
Durante mucho tiempo seguían intercambiando sus formas de vida, la gente de las casas recurría a ellos para sanar sus vidas, y a cambio ofrecían los frutos de su tierra y sus descubrimientos.
Cuando la humanidad creció, y se hizo vieja, y las carreteras inundaron los bosques, y el mar se llenó de barcos, las personas de los bosques no tuvieron más remedio que marcharse si querían sobrevivir. Muchos de ellos murieron, pues no querían abandonar a sus hermanos, y otros decidieron dar sus brazos, y se construyeron alas en cambio, y se fueron a vivir al cielo, entre las nubes.
Cuentan que allí vivieron durante muchos muchos años, tantos, que la humanidad se olvidó de ellos, y ya solo los recordaban los niños y los animales. Ellos, en cambio, observaban desde arriba lo que sucedía, y desde su suelo azul de vez en cuando mandaban mensajes en forma de viento, que los hombres rara vez escuchaban.
La humanidad siguió creciendo, se hizo arrugada y vieja, y los hombres parecían tan tristes que los seres de aire pensaron deberían regresar. Poco a poco se desprendieron de sus alas, y bajaron a la tierra, llegando a parecer personas normales, e incluso creyendo ellos mismos que lo eran.
Pero no lo son, en absoluto, cuentan que la primera vez que ves sus ojos puedes ver el cielo a través de ellos, y que en su espalda desnuda aún les quedan unas cicatrices, que recuerdan que una vez pudieron volar.
A menudo se sienten tan solos que les invade la tristeza, y languidecen en un mar de lágrimas oscuras.
Si les prestas atención y les cuidas te regalarán colores, flores y frutas, que alimentarán y embellecerán tu vida.
Si les dejas marchar te dejarán una cicatriz de color rosa, de la que brotará un amor incondicional y eterno...
Dicen que si alguna vez se encuentran dos de ellos, se reconocerán al instante, aún cuando no sepan porqué, y será porque habrán reconocido el aire a través de los ojos del otro, y tendrán una luz blanca que les rodee allá donde vayan, el tiempo se concentrará y ralentizará, y los aparatos electrónicos dejarán de funcionar, pues un viento profundo moverá y limpiará todo lo que se encuentre a su alrededor.
Y realmente todo lo que hagan juntos hará florecer de nuevo los bosques, renovará los ríos, transformará las ciudades y calmará las guerras, y en su abrazo cabrá la humanidad entera, que no podrá volver a ser la misma desde su regreso...
miércoles, 21 de octubre de 2009
The white box
Once upon a time there was a girl that used to live in the top of a white box.
It was a little empty box, but she always thought it was the biggest one. From there she could see the whole world, and she used to wear her glasses to look at what was happening so far away, and see liked to take them off to compare the colours of the trees, the flowers, and the stars, but she never touched them.
She had also a little window in the box from where she comunicated with the others. Everytime when somebody came to see what´s going on in her window she couldn´t help falling in love with him, but nobody really came inside, because the glass of the window was really cold and closed, so all of them went away after a while. She felt so alone in there that she was always drawing and making pictures of them, hoping that maybe in her imagination those pictures become real.
One day there was a very strong storm, and the wind was really furious with her because she forgot to say goodnight to him the night before. It was so angry that it brought not only the worst wind, but also the darkest clouds, and the wettest rain. She was sleeping so deep that she didn´t notice that her box was moving, and flying through the storm. The box, made of paper, was getting wet little by little, and everybody knows that water is not a good friend for paper, so when the morning came, and the sun started to shine the box had completely dissapeared.
Some hours later she opened her eyes, and when she couldnt see the white walls of her safe box she felt really scared. She looked around, and all the world was opened, so big and cold. She was so afraid that she didint notice that there was a little boy, stearing at her, some meters away, like wondering if she was an angel that fell from the sky. That boy had the strangest eyes she had never seen, they were as blue as green, as dark as bright, and they were so intense that she couldnt stop looking inside of them. His hair was also strange, it was like made of light, and his skin was like drawn with a damn pen, with lots of spots over his shoulders. She thought he was the most beautiful creature she had ever known, and she remembered the pictures he had been drawing her whole life, now missing, and she thought it was the same image she was looking now.
The boy was really courious, but he was not sure if she could speak his language, so he first moved his hand, to the front, and the girl did the same. Then she moved one foot, to the side, and he did the same. They looked like they were dancing in front of a mirror, as similar they looked like, playing that game. They really had the same hair, the same eyes, the same skin, and the same face, the most perfect face you can imagine. The only different thing between them it was that she was really clean, because she had been her whole life inside of a box making drawings of the world outside, but he was really dirty, because he had been playing with the mud, the animals, and the grass. He smelt like fire, a mix of every smell of the world, and she smelt like transparent water.
The wind, that was still angry with her, started to blow, and it was the first time she felt it so cold, out of her box, and she had no coat so she started to shiver, and she didn´t know what to do, but he had been always walking around, so he knew all the tricks to get shelter of the weather, so he took from his bag a red blanket, and built a tent for them in just one minute.
Once they were in, they started to speak, and they realised they could speak the same language, so they spoke for hours about the world she had seen but she never touched, and the world he had touched, but he never understood. They had such a long conversation that the night came, and later the day came again and they were still talking, talking, talking for days.
Everything around was vanishing, all the outside world was being destroyed piece by piece, out of the tent hundreds of coloured bricks were flying, the bricks from an ancient tower, from an ancient empire, falling everywhere like in a noisy party. And it was really a party, they thought, because the world was fading out, but they were really happy they had found each other.
After some days they were so tired that really needed to sleep, so they made a bed to sleep, inside of the red tent. And they slept so long, for days, months, or even years, that their dreams were like a story, like the whole history.
When they had slept enough they opened their eyes, those eyes they had so similar that they looked like there were four eyes opening at the same time. They were embracing each other, and noticed they were naked, and their bodies had grown, and now they were no children anymore.
Out of the red tent the light was shining, and it was so atractive that they couldnt help looking outside. He was the first opening the tent and going out, and he was really surprised that everything he remembered was now different, the trees were different trees, the grass was so tall and soft that the flowers were singing, there was a stream full of fishes there and some white clouds were making pictures for them. The weather was so good that he thougth he wouldn´t need clothes anymore. They were hungry, so they took some fruits from a tree, and they were satisfied. They were so pleased that they thought they were in paradise. And then he said just six words:
- We are like Adam and Eve. -
And then she remembered a picture she had drawn in her old white box, a really old picture, and smiled without saying anything...
It was a little empty box, but she always thought it was the biggest one. From there she could see the whole world, and she used to wear her glasses to look at what was happening so far away, and see liked to take them off to compare the colours of the trees, the flowers, and the stars, but she never touched them.
She had also a little window in the box from where she comunicated with the others. Everytime when somebody came to see what´s going on in her window she couldn´t help falling in love with him, but nobody really came inside, because the glass of the window was really cold and closed, so all of them went away after a while. She felt so alone in there that she was always drawing and making pictures of them, hoping that maybe in her imagination those pictures become real.
One day there was a very strong storm, and the wind was really furious with her because she forgot to say goodnight to him the night before. It was so angry that it brought not only the worst wind, but also the darkest clouds, and the wettest rain. She was sleeping so deep that she didn´t notice that her box was moving, and flying through the storm. The box, made of paper, was getting wet little by little, and everybody knows that water is not a good friend for paper, so when the morning came, and the sun started to shine the box had completely dissapeared.
Some hours later she opened her eyes, and when she couldnt see the white walls of her safe box she felt really scared. She looked around, and all the world was opened, so big and cold. She was so afraid that she didint notice that there was a little boy, stearing at her, some meters away, like wondering if she was an angel that fell from the sky. That boy had the strangest eyes she had never seen, they were as blue as green, as dark as bright, and they were so intense that she couldnt stop looking inside of them. His hair was also strange, it was like made of light, and his skin was like drawn with a damn pen, with lots of spots over his shoulders. She thought he was the most beautiful creature she had ever known, and she remembered the pictures he had been drawing her whole life, now missing, and she thought it was the same image she was looking now.
The boy was really courious, but he was not sure if she could speak his language, so he first moved his hand, to the front, and the girl did the same. Then she moved one foot, to the side, and he did the same. They looked like they were dancing in front of a mirror, as similar they looked like, playing that game. They really had the same hair, the same eyes, the same skin, and the same face, the most perfect face you can imagine. The only different thing between them it was that she was really clean, because she had been her whole life inside of a box making drawings of the world outside, but he was really dirty, because he had been playing with the mud, the animals, and the grass. He smelt like fire, a mix of every smell of the world, and she smelt like transparent water.
The wind, that was still angry with her, started to blow, and it was the first time she felt it so cold, out of her box, and she had no coat so she started to shiver, and she didn´t know what to do, but he had been always walking around, so he knew all the tricks to get shelter of the weather, so he took from his bag a red blanket, and built a tent for them in just one minute.
Once they were in, they started to speak, and they realised they could speak the same language, so they spoke for hours about the world she had seen but she never touched, and the world he had touched, but he never understood. They had such a long conversation that the night came, and later the day came again and they were still talking, talking, talking for days.
Everything around was vanishing, all the outside world was being destroyed piece by piece, out of the tent hundreds of coloured bricks were flying, the bricks from an ancient tower, from an ancient empire, falling everywhere like in a noisy party. And it was really a party, they thought, because the world was fading out, but they were really happy they had found each other.
After some days they were so tired that really needed to sleep, so they made a bed to sleep, inside of the red tent. And they slept so long, for days, months, or even years, that their dreams were like a story, like the whole history.
When they had slept enough they opened their eyes, those eyes they had so similar that they looked like there were four eyes opening at the same time. They were embracing each other, and noticed they were naked, and their bodies had grown, and now they were no children anymore.
Out of the red tent the light was shining, and it was so atractive that they couldnt help looking outside. He was the first opening the tent and going out, and he was really surprised that everything he remembered was now different, the trees were different trees, the grass was so tall and soft that the flowers were singing, there was a stream full of fishes there and some white clouds were making pictures for them. The weather was so good that he thougth he wouldn´t need clothes anymore. They were hungry, so they took some fruits from a tree, and they were satisfied. They were so pleased that they thought they were in paradise. And then he said just six words:
- We are like Adam and Eve. -
And then she remembered a picture she had drawn in her old white box, a really old picture, and smiled without saying anything...
jueves, 15 de octubre de 2009
Rotterdam 3
Mis primeras fotos con la analógica en color en Holanda... Otra vez mal reveladas y recien escaneadas.. pero fantásticas...
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.
.
Todo parece que tiene otro color
cuando lo miras con los ojos
(del tiempo...)
miércoles, 14 de octubre de 2009
lunes, 12 de octubre de 2009
Fishes
Land - scape
fishes
waves
planet
children
awareness
life (and love)
changes
choices
home (sick)
sea
.
.
.
time is only one
it´s going away
and you can not help...
*
*
*
(Qué divertido perder el tiempo charlando durante horas con estos nórdicos tan nórdicos, tan rubios y tan blancos que parecen brillar con la luz del sol...
Pueden hacer que un día con pocas expectativas se convierta en un día que se siente orgulloso de sí mismo...)
fishes
waves
planet
children
awareness
life (and love)
changes
choices
home (sick)
sea
.
.
.
time is only one
it´s going away
and you can not help...
*
*
*
(Qué divertido perder el tiempo charlando durante horas con estos nórdicos tan nórdicos, tan rubios y tan blancos que parecen brillar con la luz del sol...
Pueden hacer que un día con pocas expectativas se convierta en un día que se siente orgulloso de sí mismo...)
domingo, 11 de octubre de 2009
El Nido
Tenía una araña viviendo en la esquina de mi ventana.
Había fabricado un nido donde se escondía,
un nido blanco y esponjoso.
Yo me imaginaba trayéndole mosquitos.
ella me daba las buenas noches
y se despedía con sus patitas metida en su nido.
Hoy me dejé la ventana abierta.
Llovía...
Cuando volví por la noche
aún estaban sus hilos.
Pero ella ya no estaba,
No sé dónde habrá ido...
.
.
.
(otoño, lluvia, y síndrome premenstrual,
¿qué esperábais?)
Había fabricado un nido donde se escondía,
un nido blanco y esponjoso.
Yo me imaginaba trayéndole mosquitos.
ella me daba las buenas noches
y se despedía con sus patitas metida en su nido.
Hoy me dejé la ventana abierta.
Llovía...
Cuando volví por la noche
aún estaban sus hilos.
Pero ella ya no estaba,
No sé dónde habrá ido...
.
.
.
(otoño, lluvia, y síndrome premenstrual,
¿qué esperábais?)
jueves, 8 de octubre de 2009
Rotterdam 2
Sobre cuando las imagenes se convierten en cosas
...
Sobre cuando las cosas se convierten en imagenes.
...
Sobre cuando las cosas se mueven
...
Y no puedes (ni quieres) hacer nada por evitarlo
Barcos
Trataba de esconderme en mi dormitorio rojo,
porque el peso del mundo,
de tu ausencia,
me pesaba entre las sienes...
Y mientras,
en el piso de abajo el aire estaba hirviendo.
fuera se nos caia el oceano encima
Ellos reian y cantaban tras la escalera de color
la casa vibraba bajo el agua,
parecia que bailaba un tango conmigo dentro.
Como una broma pesada.
Yo quise cerrar los ojos
cerrar los oidos
cerrar los poros...
y asi dormida no darme cuenta
de que ibamos rio abajo
en medio de la noche
en un barco enloquecido.
*
*
*
Y amanecimos en el medio del mar...
una vez acabada la tormenta
y miramos el sol tras las nubes
mientras tomabamos zumo de naranja
rodeados de peces y de marisco.
(yo con una sinusitis horrible y fiesta espontanea en el piso de abajo...)
(y perdon por las faltas de ortografia, los teclados holandeses no entienden de tildes)
miércoles, 7 de octubre de 2009
Agua
Gotas,
hielo,
vaho,
charcos,
polos, vapor,
chirimiri,
chaparrón,
rios,
lagos,
arroyos,
fuentes,
estanques,
cascadas,
chorros,
mares,
océanos,
canales...
*
*
*
*
Humedad...
(la hay en todas partes)
hielo,
vaho,
charcos,
polos, vapor,
chirimiri,
chaparrón,
rios,
lagos,
arroyos,
fuentes,
estanques,
cascadas,
chorros,
mares,
océanos,
canales...
*
*
*
*
Humedad...
(la hay en todas partes)
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