injured

a few days ago, I twisted hardly my ankle on my way to work. it made me realize,I'm grown up now, when something like that happens,  you have to manage pain and anxiety in your own, and get yourself into a hospital, in the less dramatic way you can! I guess I'm still a child inside, because sometime in the middle of the rush, I wanted to cry so badly, but I handled it and I kept myself all together, I'm a grownup now... so, you can't loose it! It maybe look ridiculous, but when you put yourself into a vulnerable position, that's what happens, unpredictable emotions pour out of your heart and body, a shaking body.

So I'm spending lots of time laying down, still, with some pain and really slowly healing... so I must run away to some place magic to feel that, somehow, slow healing may be a good thing... as long as it's healing..

I couldn't wait for the bandage to stay in my foot for a week... so I took it out... my foot was all bruised, in purples and yellows, all swollen and injured. It's funny how it scared me a bit, I'm not used to be injured this way,  I think I can only remember I once injured this way when I was a kid at school playground...

I'm happy I'm feeling all this love for a sudden... no inspiration, no creativity, just carving into my heart. Maybe new things come up from this phase... I'm at home, feeling all the walls that hold it. My baby dogs are side by side with me, they've slowed down their runs so they can walk beside me through the rooms. I have my big baby taking good care of me, I can't feel more grateful.

I took my bandage and I swam through the water, I'm in it... I'm into a phase, becoming Summer, it kind of scares me, good things have always freaked me out, but, this is how life works right? lets enjoy the ride, we don't know how much it will stay this way...

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embraced

I can't explain quite well the feeling of being alone in this house... but is the way I feel less lonely... all my memories, are in every place I look... I can stare at that window... where once there was a plum tree where we use to pick so many plums between my grandmother and my mum... boxes full of them... now, a while ago, the tree died... time passes by... everything changes, but other things are still there, and I can stand beside them time... remembering the noises that home had once, the voices, smiles, unique moments, music, songs, laughs... this house was all but silence... and now... it has changed so much, but I can feel how all these chilhood embraces me and makes me feel warm and cozy, I feel like an invisible protection there. I love to spend time here by my self. This time, Boira stayed with me...

(sorry for some bad quality images, all have been taken with my phone...)

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a small story of a dream

If I close my eyes... I can tell a story

with these images... but I may have to tell it in my home language...

you may translate it with googletranslator

se me escurren los sueños cuando despierto, por ello me gusta, soñar despierta.

amanecer tras el cristal de ramas verdes, que descansan sus húmedas hojas sobre las empañadas y agrietadas ventanas. 

suspiros de árboles que me rodean bajo los que alas de lechuzas se cobijan para descansar después de vigilar la noche.

la luz danza divertida en las paredes, juega con el bosque, sonríe a la mañana.

despertamos en lo alto de la madera, rodeada de viejas líneas de antiguas civilizaciones, que de noche se agolpan con historias bajo la bombilla. 

es un diminuto rincón del mundo, uno silencioso, escondido y casi secreto, en el que rebosan las salvajes naturalezas, entrelazándose entre sí, acogiéndonos en su anciano mundo.

tras largos paseos, tardes de mantas, y mantas, libros y cuentos, fantasías y fotos, heladas noches llegan entre cenas calientes, y un espeso silencio. 

Alargo el brazo para apagar la bombilla, y al cerrar los ojos bajo varias capas de aromas, de gruesas y antiguas colchas, puedo sentir el batir de alas de los búhos y las lechuzas blancas rozar las tejas y las ramas que nos cobijan...

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boy's special bday

Yesterday 8th February, was this boy's 7th birthday.

We can still remember the first night he spent with us, it was our own first night in a flat we were starting to rent in Barcelona, just that night, seven years ago, a very special night. With just a bag full of toothbrushes, underwears and some t-shirts and trousers, with a milk cartoon in the fridge and just the mattress on the floor, we took small two month old Cheers home with us.

Many things have happened. We don't longer live in that flat, we've moved to a small village just by the beach. And recently, we've adopted a sister for Cheers. We've all been through a lot, but here we are, celebrating this boy's birthday, and how happy he has made us, all through these seven years now. We love him to the moon and back! Our bday present was a trip to the mountains! To my special magical home! we really had a nice time spending some time around the ancients.

*and a happy selfie, due I don't take almost similing ones,  I thought it was worth it to have one!

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bits&pieces of light

I've slipped a wonderful post I must update, but I'm still with the emotions all over me, so, since I haven't had the time for taking just a brief moment for capturing light for some while ago , and for feeling it on my skin and bones, I decided this morning to jump into the few light that was entering the window. Also, I haven't taken a moment for my little ones neither... unfortunately, when I want to photograph them, Boira comes quickly and Cheers goes away before I can capture a moment of himself... I must try harder, he's my little boy.

So this morning, though it wasn't the best of my mornings, and the day has also been a long and rough one, I took a minute or two... just what the time the sun managed to come inside... winter is so dark at home... so though I was feeling under the weather I took some nonsense pictures, but grateful in some hidden strange way... I guess after my first exhibition, and all the emotions that it carried with it, now, I'm way too perceptive and fragile with feelings...

Exhibit post, comming soon...

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