Bodyandspirit

That young man is crying. He is crying for a woman he longs for.
The man loves her and she is loved.
Men can´t help it! Women are fish and men are fishermen.
The good feeling is being in love with a woman, and being loved by a woman is even best. Love must flow in both directions, from man to woman, from woman to man.
The woman is a body.
The man is a spirit.

Dylan

He is my favourite singer, the best poet in music. One could be listening his stories all day long.

Lonely walks

When I feel lonely, I walk on my own.

(The photograph has been taken by the famous French artist Brassai)

The little dog

The other day I was walking quickly in the streets. It was early. Only a few people in the avenue. I could see a coach and a group of men and women talking in loud voice. They looked glad to be together. I passed by and a little dog came to me jumping cheerful and tender.
I felt really proud of getting on well with him.


(picture: Atget)

Bring me that snake!

¡Tráigame esa serpiente!
We are inside the wagon of the coming streetcar in Murcia. We expect that in April this year 2007 to travel at a maximum speed of 80 kms an hour in Juan Carlos I Avenue.
The model we are looking at has been shown in plaza de la Cruz Roja in the town.














(Picture taken from the local newspaper "LAVERDAD". Photographer: Enrique Martínez Bueso.www.laverdad.es)

Miss Scarlett´s image

You know, I copied this photograph from a blogger whom I call Miss Scarlett. She is a woman in her forties. A journalist. A free newspaper in Spain, in big towns is freely handed out to people in the street. It is called "20 minutos"(Twenty minutes) and it has got fast information, good bloggers and excellent pictures.
Miss Scarlett writes about love and the eternal fights between men and women, mainly. But also, this journalist has created a good atmosphere in the space to participation in the forum. Lots of readers take part and write a comment or even more.
http://blogs.20minutos.es/chapiescarlata

Green poema

This is the woman
Sharon is her name
Nobody asks her
“how old are you girl?”
because not the devil could tell
the truth
is
I love this Miss Stone
&
the lack of green in my eyes
makes me feel more
I am and going to be
without this goddess
without Miss Sharon
always on my own