roscharch

i saw a picture and

all i got were ribcages,

bones,

blood,

bones and more blood.

she said i had a problem

with how the body relates to me.

i guess it's living it's own stories

and tries to understand how everything works.

i see the anti-natural side of life

in my own veins

and at the same time i bare my teeth

and seek for bones

and blood, just blood.

maybe i'm violent inside,

or maybe just eager to

dive inside someone else's

ribcage.

barcelona

yes, sure, i'm in love. i'm in love with a city that tastes like almonds and rotting leaves. i'm in love with the salt that flows silently and merges with the lavender and mint hills where all streets are set to be adventures. the city with the corners bent like my will, curling its toes to see right above god's mighty creations; where everything is just a twenty minute walk away. a city so small that could break my heart within minutes with its forged iron balconies and strange architectures. and suffering, boy has it cried and cried into the mediterranean and has it seen defeat but it hasn't stopped her from flourishing and being the beauty that now stands in front of me. it takes my breath away each day and each night. yes, i am in love. i can't help it.