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Polaroid stories 5

In Photography, Polaroid stories on March 11, 2010 at 8:49 pm

kiss me when the sun comes down and when it rises again.

we have something in common.

It’s the wall, behind witch  you are making love so sensually.  I try to remember the time when I felt that my world fits just inside my arms. You can bend your elbows around it, squeeze it, kiss it, hold it, make love to it, feed it, take care of it, read stories to it, bake eggs together with it, scream at it, make up with it, shop with it, go to church with it, dance and celebrate, fall asleep with it, write letters to it, visit your parents with it, introduse your friends with it, squeeze it, kiss it, hold it…

You.

Come home..

Love, Sex, Magic (Polaroid stories 4)

In Photography, Polaroid stories on March 10, 2010 at 10:56 pm

I have this memory burned to my hard drive… You”re next to me. Sleeping beauty, just rising up like a blossom from your dreams. or my dreams – it IS hard to recall.

Gently as hell you are tossing around my dreams and my beliefs, my fights and my faiths. .  As if anything of it would be real. As if i needed it, as if i begged for it, as if my imagination could bring me back to how it was built in my head at age 6..

None of it matters really.

Dreams are for fags.

Still…

I wake up every morning hoping to see you in my bed.

Polaroid stories 3

In Polaroid stories on March 10, 2010 at 1:40 pm

hands full of lime

This is life -

we suffer, and slave, and expire..

Polaroid stories 2

In Photography, Polaroid stories on March 9, 2010 at 4:54 pm

Darta's nameday. Lisboa. And my lego friends.

Today i  woke up with a letter in my hands.  It looked at me as if it was blank and said : “Sorry baby, no letters for you, my love.”

Polaroid stories 1

In Polaroid stories on March 4, 2010 at 7:49 pm
polaroid in Milano

morning sun before leaving this city

Arms full of sunrise, my heart is coughing for you.  Your presence is scraching my throat somewhere in the middle of it.  Drinking vine over you. That’ s my cure , since love is a sickness for me.

Lovely. – You kissed me, hiding in the shadows from neighbours we didn’ t like.   Eternaly. We couldn’ t find our way to one and other. Fully. Or foolishly – i haven’ t figured out it yet – we watched each other in the moonlight. i still remember your smell, your hair lenght, the colour of your panties, the strenght of your zipper, the darkness of your car lights..

I met you like that.

I knew you like that.

I loved you like that.

I will forget you like that.

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