miércoles, 30 de noviembre de 2011


They don´t know how do it, but they don´t stop to argue, why? They don´t know it. About that there are clothes all over the floor, about who clean, about who pay, but without realizing also they argue about who go out with someone, about "see, how she is seeing you"or " see how he has touched you" but they don´t know  or they don´t want to admit that they look for them in the house, that one of them waits for the other watching TV at night, they don´t want to admit that they look for some excuses only for talk... Who understand them? They don´t want to admit that they are falling in love..

lunes, 21 de noviembre de 2011


On the other side of the world, a boy of 1 meter 78 doesn´t stop tossing and turning in bed. All he does is think and think what do ... He is the only one who knows the truth, he wants that she retunrs. Why? a word can explain everything, Love.

miércoles, 9 de noviembre de 2011


One night, she didn´t have anything for eat. She took him and they went to a nice restaurant that was in their street. It called "Sensations".
They ate to burst. At first, they were rude, like angry, but over time he began to see her with new eyes, "she´s really beautiful". He thought. They were very different, but also they were very similar. That night something changed in the mind of him, and also in her.

lunes, 7 de noviembre de 2011


It was him, the most stupid person in the world, the same that was sat next to me in the plane.
-Oh, sit!.- It was the first thing that a could say in that moment.
-I love you too!.- He said with a big touch of irony.- I need the money and you need a place where to sleep no? So we don´t need any type of contact
-Quiet, I wouldn´t pretended it, can I come in?
-hmm…yes, you can.
It was the most beautiful  penthouse that I´d ever seen. There were a lot of photographs, in all the walls. They were wonderful. All of were signed with a letter, a J.
-They are very nice, who is the author?.- I asked.
-Tss! I don´t know… I bought them in Candem.
-I´m really angry…Have you got something for eat?
-No for you, but you can take something of the fridge, just today. The food runs of your count.
-I got the idea.


On the plane, she´s nervous.
-This sit is mine!.- Shouted a boy. A nice boy,he had , green eyes, two days beard, a tattoo and glasses of pasta and he was tall.
-Oh sorry! could you say it more politely no?
-Oh shut up, I´m not happy today.
That boy is really rude!.-I thought.

When she arrived to that place, she didn´t undesrtand nothing, she had to find a place to live. she  tried and tried to find an habitable place but she didn´t find anyplace. But suddenly she saw a poster on a flat. She went up to the last floor,the top-floor apartment, knock on the door and someone opened..
She couldn´t believe what she was seeing.

miércoles, 2 de noviembre de 2011


I don´t know what to do, or say.
-Please, don´t  go, 
don´t do this, don´t do this for us
'I have to do.remember of the agreement, as if this conversation we hand´t ever had.

Although I didn´t get a "ok" for an answer, I knew that "fuck" was a "yes, for you I do all, you know."
I took the bag and went out by the door.