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El mensaje
El mensaje Es el sentir. 2026
How long?
How long... have I let this thought consume me? 2026
Sometimes
Terrible loneliness gets all over me, even when surrounded, sometimes. 2026
Cais do Sodré
2026
My friends and I
2026
Der Spätherbst in Berlin
Der Spätherbst in Berlin hat gewöhnlich noch einige schöne Tage. Die Sonne tritt freundlich aus dem Gewölk hervor, und schnell verdampft die Nässe in der lauen Luft, welche durch die Straßen weht. E. T. A. Hoffmann Ritter Gluck
You changing my name
I like it when you speak about light and colors. I like to listen to you because what you say resonates deep within me. I like being in bed with your sperm on my body. Your eyes. You changing my name. You. 2025
Forêt de Soignes
You can feel the calm, a beautiful, powerful, deepening light. It will bring you to a deep level of peace. It flows into your shoulders
and down your arms. Autumn, 2025
Shadows
I did not notice, not like this spring, not like this summer. Shadows drifting, not knowing the light, until it touched me. My boy, who does not reach for my skin, the tremble of being myself, sometimes. The shadow here, not the twin of my light, but something softer. 2025
Witch Lake
Witch Lake A voice told me to choose well what I house, to hold the balance of creation, character, meditation, Lapis lazuli, eternal. 2025
It speaks to me
2025
Presencia de Luz
2025
I hear you call
2025
Only Tomorrow
2025
I am not sure why I come back to the same place again and again
I am not sure why I come back to the same place again and again. The same books, the same storylines, the same hour at the same spot. It could be a gravitational cycle of beauty, or maybe just a fixation. And then I am happy to discover that I am not the only one on this loop: - Should we have a coffee at the Barbican, as last time? - - why not. - - Tradition! Important. I have about one hour. - Maybe it’s the comfort of familiar corners, or simply the quiet certainty of repe
Ldn
I found myself walking through these streets once more, moved by their grandness and the sense of possibility. I was able to experience all together the times I spent there with friends, lovers, and alone, often with the feeling of being there for the first time. Rediscovery of self and place is what this city feels like to me: a place that has seen projects of mine come to life and fills my mind and heart with effervescence. I have attached to my heart a version of it that e
Chest Position I
2025
Chest Position II
The slow unfolding of another soul across silence. We speak in pulses, in pauses. A relationship built not on presence, but as an homage to the hush of distance. 2025
Shoegaze
2025 – Between still and motion –
Su voz
Su voz 2025 I went into the kitchen to get some agua fresca. That room used to be the TV room when I was a child. As I stepped inside, I felt a presence. She was there—behind me. Aunt Adela. She had followed me because, like me, she was craving a moment alone. We were visiting her—my parents and I. I hadn’t seen her in a while, though somehow she had followed me through the years, in towns I’d never known before, her scent appearing in a monastery or a garden. I was overwhelm
Sus flores, su humor, sus abrazos.
Mi tía Adela, sus flores, su humor, sus abrazos. 2025
You treated me nicely
2025 – Between Still and Motion –
Bloom
As season ends, so does the program of family values. I am truly mine. Their fears, their ways— all gone. With the wind, their shortfall ends. In celebration, a bloom of new values. This afternoon, a meditation: the lake reveals my own reflection. 2025
Exuberantly Unknown
An avenue of flowers, revered and repetitive, the seasonal hue. Familiar love. The bloom we come to know, stronger every time. Magical. The fleeting and the past, brightness, contrast. Unreachable love. A promise soothes deeper than touch. Unreliable, we become in its presence. 2025
Six arms on top of one another
Six arms on top of one another, Te amanece el buen humor, Te amanece todo arriba: la sangre, el cuerpo, la autoestima. 2025
Aviña
I miss your teeth, the rain on our faces, teenagers getting drunk. I break down to tears in unexpected corners — dancing, in silence. It’s not only your dimples that are missing — it’s the growth I had to do alone. I don't remember your birthday. I learn from strangers about a ghost. In the sunshine, brightening my existence — your heart, the seasons, spring again, the capital A, and the one in lower case, long gone.
Adela
Las flores de mi tía Adela... 2025
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