Last Night Dream

(…) to keep remembering the last of those days, so you can say by night that you forgot about it all. Every night. https://www.instagram.com/p/CKzp091gkY3/?igshid=16rmagg4xeo3b

«si no es melancolía la contemplativa tarde y el atardecer; es tristeza al perder(se) otra luz en que se pudo “ser”…». https://www.instagram.com/p/B2SgyrMJMJ8/?igshid=dwl6fr8uv0uy

(Unsolicited postcards V) “Even though it makes no sense at all, I keep revisiting all the missing chances…” https://www.instagram.com/p/BvcE4rblAoB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=12acji6uxg3vi

(Unsolicited postcards IV) “We’ve become all the things that won’t save us”. https://www.instagram.com/p/BuZRB2NFsqi/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1q954spejnc3p

“I’ve grown impatient with myself, nor do I know what is that I expect from someone like me neither I have any hopes anymore for anything that the future can bring; I just want it to end. I say this is enough and yet… I can’t stop trying every morning and failing by noon and breaking at night with the anguish of a naked tree piercing the black sky. I say I miss you, but I don’t know who’s this ‘you’ I keep talking to. I say this will end, but I just start again and again and again… It’s been just another day”. https://www.instagram.com/p/BtSoKWVlYJW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=182d8wim691iu

(Unsolicited postcards III) “…these dreams only haunt me and won’t let me rest, even though I always used to say how beautiful it would be to end up frozen in a simple, yet more calm, instant of the most ordinary reality. But the fog always lifts, and dreams must end”. https://www.instagram.com/p/BsMu1_UF7vQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lql6gfx8qsug

(Unsolicited Postcards II) “…but you know I hate this sickening sadness that forever hunts me, and I can only wish to make those old songs pump my hearth up once again, just once, and I want not to lose the enthrallment of those new to my ears, so I can never feel that ridiculous melancholy that comes with the mere thought of loosing that fascination one more time. It’s been two months. One too many songs are now just empty noice.” https://www.instagram.com/p/Brl95_al0jr/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ogu2z2khtb8s

«Recuerdo –y quizá sea mentira– el sol omnipresente a través del cristal, despejadas nubes de otoño y el verde opaco a la derecha, tu mano a un instante de la mía… tan cerca. El cómodo silencio del suave cavilar y la amable sonrisa de intercambio al mirar (…) Nunca dejamos de pensar cuán difícil sería recordar esas escenas congeladas en verde hielo, y pocas veces, entiendo ahora, hemos tenido tanta razón. (…) Había algo parsimonioso en la impaciencia muy joven de querer estar tan quietos. (…) Recuerdo –y sé, esto es verdad– allí las aves, cansadas del calor, migraban al norte». https://www.instagram.com/p/Bq8cjzUFs8h/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13rbjwrdmflbo

(Postcards I don’t want I) Feeling so out of touch. Staying inside too much. Introducing all these hands but I’m out of luck. Thought it’d be easier… https://www.instagram.com/p/BqIkHpjFoWM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=18b6cqbpv5gzg