Walking on Air

Our lives were just beginning, our favorite moment was right now , our favorite songs were unwritten. There is no place I want to be other than here with you. I didn't want to leave. I could hang at the end of her coat for weeks. Her voice keep me walking on air around the city. I could stare at her eyes for days. She guided me under her gaze. No need to eat either . This was a new feeling nobody warned me about. My hair was tossed. My eyes glossed but i kept floating pretending i was normal, acting like she didn't stole the keys to my heart and lost them just there.
Iam made of blue sky and hard rock and I will live this way forever but she made sky clearer and my night even brighter. I couldn't explain it. I didn't want any explanation.
I thought I was done. I promise I wouldn't touch another woman in years after Anne tear my heart into pieces.
She healed my immediately. We embrace in a soft and tender, friendly kiss. No need for more. As I float away I thought, I will love to see new places but I rather be here right now with you. I didn't turn I was intoxicated with her face, her voice,her eyes. The shinning waves of her hair kept feeding me. Just like a junkie I looked emaciated but I was full. More than satisfied,completed. Waiting for my next fix when my high was not even over.

Podophilia or Podophobia

I love to drive by myself. I feel like is a private moment to reflect,think and listen. I usually end up asking myself questions that challenge my choices, and how far will i go. I've never walked the line but i know how to cross it that's for sure.
Lately, I find myself behind the wheel quite often trying to catch up with new music on my way somewhere. Trying to catch up is hard,as hard as focusing on your destination,but embarking on a road trip alone helps a little. What does not help is what's out there,on the road,creeping in my mind like flashbacks of super freaky memories. It's on the road. It's coming at me. It's disturbing my peace of mind. Don't get me wrong, I love bare feet more than Quentin Tarantino but people in the passenger seat with their feet suctioned by the windshield of their cars on the highway is creepy and not very safe.
Use your imagination and picture what will happen if you crash at speed limit while holding your feet up high by the dashboard. Let me help a little in case your imagination is on vacation and you haven't heard about gravity and inertia. If you crash your car at an average 40 mph the box of tissues you left in the back of your car will impact you weighting no less than 12 pounds. Now,think what if you left your precious science fiction book (Bible) back there. Those are heavy. It will be like Jesus throwing you his cross at your neck. Well, now that we got that part out of the way what will happen to your legs if your unsafely resting? At least I hope these feet flashers are wearing seat belts. That will only cripple them from the waist down and in an eventual Jesus second coming they might end up walking again.
Do yourself a favor travel light,seat the fuck down. Just like the kids in the backseat. I know is painful,ask my balls, they have a lot to say in that particular matter. After all i have been sitting down like a gentlemen for years. I hope I see you on the road again you bastards!

Seria fantàstic

Seria fantàstic que anés equivocat i que el wàter no fos ocupat. Que fes un bon dia i que ens fes bon pes. Que sant Pere, pagant, no cantés. Seria fantàstic que res no fos urgent. No passar mai de llarg i servir per quelcom. Anar per la vida sense compliments anomenant les coses pel seu nom. Cobrar en espècies i sentir-se ben tractat i pixar-se de riure i fer volar Seria tot un detall, tot un símptoma d'urbanitat, que no perdessin sempre els mateixos i que heretessin els desheretats.