tonite… about yesterdays…

“nunca me enseñaste” (una frase escrita en alguna pared de San Telmo)

“you never taught me” (phrase written on a San Telmo wall)

(tribute a Pia)

old writings…

And you.. that I can find you in time… I can’t find you in space,

I longed to love you generously.. and from a distance.. but I´m selfish..

And for you to share… but not my space, fades me away.

You´ve stolen a bit of me, and it feels its completes you, but not me..

It seems there is no room for “honesty”, not anymore..

My space is not yours, nor ours, not anymore.