Remnants...

"...The wall of the room was totally painted in white, like the white of the mental hospitals.

The drawers of the cupboard were totally empty, the pieces of newspaper pages were spread on the floor; like the zoo cage of a wild beast just tired, still keeping on dreaming about the time she was running free, full of joy, of happiness, of life; of youth.

She was keeping on playing with the people of her memories like with a dolls house; arranging dates, wanting just to come around tomorrow with people that maybe were so far away, hundreds of kilometers away; in some point far above the clouds.

The doors were closing loudly after some steps, after people leaving. The desperate yells were rasping her throat with the sound of silence, the white color of the snow was erasing the prints of the feet that walked that same way one night in August.

The spirit of the hourglass was riding loudly after her, still trying to escape through the dark forest, crashing heavily against the trees she once loved; sinking deep into the frozen lake…

Just let me hug this specter of steam that gets evanescent every time my fingers caress it.

When my eyes finally opened…

It was again the same story –like waking up of the most wonderful dream ever dreamt."

[...]

"...The cities are changing; the traffic lights are following its course.

They used to tell her that she speaks too much –that she has such a large heart, a short patience, long legs and the easy gift of messing up all the time; like a main character of a song of Lana del Rey. So she is; the most rebel person I’ve ever met, the most childish and impulsive person I’ve ever loved. They toke too little care. You deserved too much.

She dreamt once with reaching Heaven but every time she tried she sailed off-shore in the ocean of Hell. She, little passing thing that tried to preserve her print everywhere she goes. Poor little doll into the dinosaur dress. Poor delirium, custard dessert; she sweetheart, north wind, vanity and conceit, changing girl always incarcerate.

If only had the key of your smiles…"

[...]

Things just end. The last sand grain of the hourglass is struggling against touching the bottom. Their desperate hands are up to catch it, to make it eternal, equal as the rest of them…

This is ringing the end. The clock alarm is pounding loudly inside my head and I cannot stop it, like in the middle of a nightmare.

Finland i getting colder now and is going to be worse without you, guys.

This letters are for you. For everyone that made me falling in love with Finland. For everyone that made me falling in love at some point.

No me gusta despedirme de la gente... 

Now Playing: Pizzigatos --- Love of Lesbian

En todos esos cielos brilla igual nuestra luna llena

y sí...

Seguís siendo los mejores.

Gracias a todos los que han hecho de esta eramus algo muy grande.