create history

"How to create a history:

Find an image that make you want to write. 

and then, create the history of the image. "

A lion. It was just a lion. 

He wanted to write about the lion, 

about how fierce he looked, 

and how, even being fierce was alone. 

But he could not do it. 

Because the words where there. 

And his writing seemed like a eiht-year-old school writing. 

Pathetic, lame, poor. 

Because probably those weren't the words, 

or maybe that was not the moment, 

or maybe it was not the image.

Yes, it was the image. 

He did not want to create the history of the lion, 

the fierce but lonely lion, 

because that lion already had a history. 

Each mark in his fur, every lighter line, 

was part of his history. 

And his words were not necessary. 

Because the history was already written, 

not in paper with ink, 

but in skin, with blood. 

Present, Perfect, Continues

That day she couldn't close her eyes. 

She couldn't, because memories came into her.

She couldn´t forget a phone call, 

and time had passed since then. 

But the ring tone, 

changed a thousand times since then, 

sounded the same. 

In all of her dreams. 

Movimiento

No tenía gran cosa en la que pensar. 
En realidad, La idea no salía de su cabeza.
Una imagen estampada en su recuerdo. 
Unas palabras que no se borrarían tan fácilmente. 

Movimiento. Mucho movimiento. 
Y mucha gente. 
Mucha gente que se agolpaba frente a él, murmurando cosas inteligibles. 
O que simplemente no le importaban. 
Porque todo estaba pasando de forma mecánica.
Sin tiempo. 

Movimiento. Mucho Movimiento. 
Y de repente, no había gente. 
Silencio. 

Y de nuevo, una imagen en su cabeza.
Unas palabras que resonarían en su memoria.
Y una lágrima.
Y muchas más. 

(Sin movimiento. Sin gente) 

messages

What happens when a message has been forgotten?

when all the words and voices have been eliminated.

When all the claims for help, 

all the fears are written down in a paper, 

that gets lost and never seen again. 

What happens with all those letters that never reached their destination?

What happens with all those messages in a bottle stranded in the sand?

Did all those lovers met where they arranged?

Did those castaways find their way back home?