Xixón 1

(May 2007)








The westwinds blow again, while the spring's haze of Xixón turns the city into a vaporous vagina.
All I want is to cry.

What's that movie where the protagonist says "We'll always have Paris... "?
Sorry, my cinematographic memory is terrible.

Today I decided to eat a can of caviar with cheap tetrabrik, the wine's cold and I drank it in one gulp.

... Tipsy, my mind lays on the dustbin... I'm a novel of François Sagan, I'm a spectrum in old photographs.

Now the city is a white monstrosity, the mists from Avalon get thicker.

Like a woman who refuses to be embraced or loved.