. ILLUSTRATION - DRAWINGS: LITTLE SELFISH GIRLS

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. THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE WORTH LIVING: BOYFRIENDS' JACKETS

cuando empieza a refrescar y en vez de irte a por esa chaquetita tan mona pero tan incómoda y poco abrigada, le robas la cazadora al cónyuge/novio/padre/hermano/colega.

he de reconocer que tengo un problema diagnosticado en lo que se refiere a la ropa de novios/padres/hermanos, y de hecho, confieso públicamente que le he robado todos los jerseys a mi padre y que no se los pienso devolver. 

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. TONTUNAS MENTALES: SOMETIMES, I WISH I WERE A SMOKER

*it just looks cool*

gives a really confident i-dont-mind-being-all-alone-look to people who, without the cigarette, would just be standing outside a café, in the cold morning, staring at the space, and feeling awkward. 

 

♥ ♥ by the way, i'm in love with paul newman (the young version of him, of course).just thought you should know.♥ ♥ 

 

.i think, i've been watching too much mad men lately.

(all images from google. Drawing be me)

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. THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE WORTH LIVING : LOS DÍAS GRISES FRÍOS.

A quien no le gusten los días grises es que no le gusta vivir

las nubes son nostalgía, el frío regustor. 

paseen en la tormenta al son de algo melódico y regodéense en lo alegre de la tristeza que ya ha pasado, y en lo bueno que queda por venir. Abrácense de sus mantas  y respiren fuerte. 

bravo otoño! 

 

 [photos and drawings by me]

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. TONTUNAS MENTALES: HI, I BELIEVE WE HAVEN'T MET

probando rotuladores viejos establecimos contacto visual,  

eye-contact que en inglés suena mejor, es más físico. 

y durante un segundo fuíste mío. 

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. TONTUNAS MENTALES: EL HOMBRE TRISTE

Twice i've seen this man, grabbing his head, staring at the floor, not moving. 

The first time I saw him, three days ago, he was standing outside the doors of the station, his gaze lost, drawn in his own thoughts. He seemed to be hesitating whether or not he should enter them. 

He looked so fragile.

This past two days, i've passed him on my way home, right at the same doors of the station that he didn't dare cross the first day. 

He did enter, and now he sits there, on a little bench, unaware of the hundreds of people who are passing by, frowning at him with fright or disgust, or not even looking. 

Both days I've walked past him and both days i've stopped and watched him from outside the glass windows. He hasn't moved a bit, he hasn't looked up. Why would he? 

Both days i've been unable to approach him and ask if i can help.

I'm scared of him, he looks sick, old, though he's probably not even 60. He's bold and his white head is covered in scars. The thing is, he doesn't look like a beggar, or a criminal, and he doesn't seem to be drunk. 

He just seems like a man who's life hasn't gone as he expected.

He doesn't move, just sits still, staring at the floor looking desperate and lonely. He probably wouldn't like my staring at him, i know that, but i can't help it. 

Debería acercarme a él

Quiero ser como Mr.Narayanan Krishnan

. TONTUNAS MENTALES: LA MUJER PENSANTE

la mujer pensante sólo miraba al vacío y pensaba.

le gustaba hacerlo junto a una ventana, o en un balcón, mejor si miraba al mar 

pensaba tanto que siempre parecía no hacer nada

y cuando algo se le ocurría pensaba en ello más. 

murió así pensando, la mujer pensante. 

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. TONTUNAS MENTALES: MIRAR ATRÁS

señora,

se agarra usted al recuerdo 

sin saber que le atrapa 

que mirar atrás 

es 

no ver lo que hay delante.

pero sabe bien

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