Are you this man - unknown, uninvited, unexpected? Were you the perfect stranger in the suit, standing there, in the gallery - maybe smiling?

What could your eyes see? What was in your mind? Were you enjoying the view? What were you thinking about? Were you recalling something? Were you waiting for somebody?

I met a perfect stranger for the first time on Monday, January 16th, 2012, about midnight. They say sometimes, you're not aware of what you're needing until somebody else shows it to you; sometimes, you don't know you were missing something, until you happen to find it in a perfect stranger.

I dedicate this blog to my perfect stranger. Diego, Max, Jurgen - whatever your name is and whoever you might be, all I can say to you now is: «Enchantée. Thank you for meeting me, too. My pleasure.»

samedi, juin 29, 2013

He's fooled me once again

Ni mares ni barcos ni faros
Ni leños chisporroteando
Ni el fuego de una salamadra
Ni dos copas de champán
Ni frutillas con crema, de tu mano
Ni máscaras de carey
Ni cartas, ni esquelas
Ni joyas extraviadas en el apuro
Ni citas sabidas de antemano
Ni siquiera un e-mail
(Mucho menos, mis regalos)

The perfect stranger has fooled me once again...

For the hundredth time, he's gone. He 
just 
left.
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