Dear Monkey...

Picture by Daniela - Amsterdam 9.10.2010

...don't see what I do


Can you tell me...

Picture by Woodleywonderworks from http://www.flickr.com/photos/wwworks/494416446/

"Chiqui is there a way to make caterpillars remain this way?"

"Why would you want to do that, dear?"

"Because I just swallowed a few and..."


"Now, just now that he's coming here...I wouldn't want them to turn into butterflies!"

Big brother is watching...

Picture by Chiqui @ Trouville - France 17.04.2010

...so be careful what you wish



Picture and design by Chiqui - Amsterdam 10.10.2010

Literal Sunday… the ambiance speaks for itself; the joys of the living, the sounds of the simplest thoughts bouncing in the wake of my eyes while watching the nothing go by, second by second, ray by ray in a day like today… where tomorrow will be looked and longed at as yesterday; streaming in the glimpse of the shadows of nature.

Between the existence of the absurd, the ducts of hopes, the invention of some (un)explanations for a written cosmos of my own; the encounter of silly readers of anecdotes from around the globe; the curious philosophies of the details, the delightful profoundness of the strange, the stillness of the feelings, the silence of the mind, the company of endless juvenile infatuation…the everlasting scent of affection: the best dish ever served to a passionate craving soul.

I Amsterdam - (sigh) - you stole my heart...sight by sight

Chiqui -.


XX/XY - A Compilation de Pensamientos

 Picture by Chiqui @ Mont Saint Michel - 18.04.2010

 "¿Sabes qué?" - dijo él. "No; no sé...cuéntame" - fue su pícara respuesta... "Eres sencillamente una especie digna de investigación"
Y entonces ella le susurró: "Amo la arena...¿no lo ves en mis alas?"

I can feel the magic simplicity, that one from those who live in two worlds of their own in the world of the others. That kind of magic that can only be identified by oblivion.

La magia de escribir.
Yo me inventaré mi propio final...cuando lo crea conveniente.

Veo a un señor que juraría era una mujer cuando se sentó frente a mí. Las personas mutan.

Kisses have no expiring date...but they do have a bar code. They are unique and each one of them contains information of the place where it was received, the deliverer and even the color of the sky in the exact moment it was felt.
Things do not mutate.

I just want to be next to you...at a heartbeat distance...for hours, and hours, and hours...and hours.....
Aunque no soy quién tú quieres que sea...soy yo quien te gusta a ti. y punto.

In the stomach of Paris there is some salmon...among others.

"Life is not short....life is very very long, the thing is that we'll spend it a long time as dead"