Red Fruit Machine

We are Standard - Bye, Bye, Bye

2009-10-21T03:49:00.000-07:00

Take your time. Take your time. Take your time. Take your time.

What’s that smoke, that whisper coming out from a shadowy microphone. This is it, it’s starting, the awaited moment, the tension arises as he guitars start plucking the first rhythms.

Take your time. Take your time. Take your time. Take your time.

The bass roars as the drummer lifts the drumsticks, like he had planned everything out, his voice fuses with the beat and catches us all in a fuzzy dreamlike emotion, where lights is all you see, beats is the only thing you hear, and jump is the only thing you want to do.

Say baby what you wanted from us, I never said I wouldn’t get on the bus. Please baby, let me be your past, You better stay so long, hey, hey, bye, bye, bye.

Between the sea of lights, you see the red decibels arise nonstop, is it just me, is it this wavy emotion, or the decibels have surpassed 100? I can barely percieve them anymore, the godlike perspective of the band, outlined with blue beams, enchanting us, making us jump and sway to their beat.

Don’t tell me what your mum did to dad, It brings me down, makes me sad. Take care when you look back in time, You better stay so long, hey, hey, bye, bye, bye

A group of people entangled by a rhythm, for some hours we’re gonna be the same. Look up and wonder, is this a dream? Everything moves in slow motion, beams like ribbons move smoothly between the dancing people, while he makes us forget with his passionate words. Look arround, the only thing you see is pleased expressions, who let themselves carry by the loud beat.

You always said I was so unfair, My tears won’t flow, I don’t care. I’m not afraid of what I’m saying to you, You better stay so long, hey, hey, bye, bye, bye.

What? Already? As if we woke up from slumber, we slowly open our eyes and ears, as we yell for them to never leave.

Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, Take your time, take your time. Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, Take your time, take your time.

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- Ha sido impresionante.
- Definitivamente, esta no es la última vez que venimos.

Incredible Shot By Enhance

Jamaica

2009-08-30T13:32:00.000-07:00

I'm 5 minutes late, while I cross the square breathless, I glare onto the bar window trying to catch a sight from her. Unwittingly, a little smile is being drawn on my lips.

I enter the bar, and the coffee aroma welcomes me warmly, moves through all my limbs, shattering all worries and refreshing my mind. I go up, trying not to stumble upon the wooden stairs. My smile can be hidden no more.

As I reach the upper floor, I thoroughly examine the room until I spot her, sitting in the usual corner, infront the fuzzy summer light slipping through the window. Her serene sight looks at me.

I hesitate then, wondering whether if I should behave as a normal person and walk calmly to the chair, or untangle myself from appearances and rush onto a nostalgic hug.

Everything is so perfect, that I avoid society's tabboos and I rush towards her like if it had been centures since we last saw eachother.

On that moment, all restlessness which can't find their peace, see their end. That feeling is like the smoke which alerts me of an unquenchable afternoon painted in faint orangish light is approaching

And that's gonna settle all worries which could exist.

Listening to: Arctic Monkeys - Riot Van

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Tumblring

2009-08-29T16:27:00.000-07:00

Recently made a tumblr blog, hope you check it out, I'll blog and upload the pictures I take there.

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La Roma que no se ve, se siente.

2009-08-22T17:27:00.001-07:00

Al bajar de el taxi de el aeropuerto y mirar alrededor, un sentimiento de infinidad inunda tus sentidos.

Roma, majestuosa Roma esta ante ti, miles de grandes estatuas te recuerdan la grandiosidad de el arte humano, y en ese instante, en que te paras y miras alrededor, sientes lo pequeño que eres, sientes como la historia se avalancha ante ti.

Los grandes templos se imponen ante ti, y sus piedras te hacen pensar en millones de vidas que deben de haber pasado por ese mismo lugar, tocado la misma piedra que ahora mismo tocas, millones de voces en el tiempo que permanecen grabadas.

El tacto frío y intemporal en tu mano, provocan un sentimiento inigualable en nuestras mentes. Orgullo, de que nuestra raza haya podido crear tales maravillas; miedo, al percatarnos de lo ínfimos que somos, alivio, al contemplar que tal belleza es interminable.

Detras de la grandeza de Roma, sus grandes avenidas te dan la bienvenida, sus estrechas calles te acogen entre aromas de café y manjares, y sus plazas te invitan a relajarte embelesado por la arquitectura blanquecina que reluce bajo el sol, escuchando sus fuentes.

Esta es Roma, la Roma que no se ve, se siente, el reflejo de una Roma intemporal grabada en luz sobre un carrete. Natural, sin retoques ni aditivos, la que permanece en nuestras mentes al invocarla de nuevo.

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When you go down from your taxi and you look arround, an infinite feeling drowns you.

Rome, majestic Rome infront of you, thousands of huge sculptures remind you of human art greatness, and on that moment, when you stop and glare arround, you feel how little you are, you feel how history moves towards you.

The gigantic temples assert themselves infront of you, and their stones remind you of milions of lives that must have walked through the same place, touched the same stone that you’re right now touching, milions of voices in time that remain engraved. The cold, everlasting feeling on your hand, cause a matchless feeling on our minds. Pride, that we have been able to create such wonders; fear, when noticing how tiny we are; relieve, when seeing such beauty is endless.

Behind Rome’s greatness, it’s huge avenuees warmly welcome you, it’s narrow streets recieve you with fuzzy coffe aroma. And it’s squares invite you to relax spellbounded by it’s white architecture which glares under the sun, listening it’s fountains.

This is Rome, Rome that can’t be seen, has to be felt, the reflection of an everlasting Rome engraved by light on a film. Natural, without additives or being touched up, the one that remains on our minds when we summon it again.

Listening to: Foals - Olympic Airways

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Unseen Rome Photography Album

Road lights

2009-08-18T14:56:00.000-07:00

Deja que tus ojos reflejen el fulgor de las luces anaranjadas, y sonrie.

Écoute: La Valse D'Amelie (Orchestra Version) - Yann Tiersen

A Place Where Time Never Goes By.

2009-08-16T04:53:00.000-07:00

Some days ago I went to a place where time stops, and flows in slow motion.

The worries from the world outside arrive from a blurry television that's never on.

And there, as you stare outside to the grass fields, you feel as if nothing ever happened. A fuzzy dream where wind is the only thing you hear.

As we sit in a dusty timeless room, time slows down for some seconds and rests, while the only thing that breaks the dense silence are the water drops sliding out the rusty tap.

And the only thing that reminds you that's not a dream is the orange calid summer light that peeks through the broken blind, and lights the dust on the air.

Listening To: The Rip - Portishead

Where pain ends happiness begins, and where happiness ends pain begins.

2009-07-30T16:28:00.000-07:00

I thought about all this while chatting late at night and listening to those songs that make me remember everything my life has passed through

Because if pain didn't exist we wouldn't know what happiness is.

How can you feel happiness if you have never felt pain? You'd just assimilate it and forget it, like you get used to a sound or a feeling, until it means nothing to you anymore.

Thats why pain exists, to remind you of how happiness tastes like.

They're bound and can't be separated, so I think we just have to learn how to live with it and not try to force them out.

I prefer living with a few moments of pain and a few moments of happiness than living a meaningless life where feelings have been forgotten. That'd be boring.

I like my emotion blurry life, it actually makes me feel... alive.

Thats why, when I see your smile and your eyes after so many months of pain, that moment, that scent, that seconds long sight, makes me feel the most unexplicable, burning and drowing happiness, which a know only a little few have ever had the privilege to feel. Those seconds are worth a lifetime waiting.

I don't want a normal life. I've tasted those extreme feelings now, and I'd be satisfied no longer.

Listening To: Kreuzberg - Bloc Party.

The photo belongs to the album I shot this summer in Rome, Taken only with a old film camera. Can only be seen on my webpage gallery on Intimacydesign.tk: Go to the photo section and then select the first album. The Unseen Rome.

Intimacy's Design

2009-07-28T03:36:00.000-07:00

I've redesigned my web thanks to the free time I'm enjoying these days,

The Photographies and Contact forms are complete.

Click on an album from photographies page to enjoy a Mobile Me Gallery.

I'm still needed of a decent domain. - EDIT: I got my domain on .tk until i can get a .com!

Check It Out :) - www.intimacydesign.tk

Shimmering lights, palm trees, a little black dress and you.

2009-07-23T16:26:00.000-07:00

The dessert for these two weeks of unspendable happiness, a sweet dinner by red dimmed lights on the sea.

Just as if Bloc Party had enchanted another of our nights.

You were there, infront of me, i closed my eyes, drained for blood as i prayed to my dreams to preserve those images, those movements, feelings and sounds. I opened my eyes again and you were still there, gazing at me as if the stars were infront of you.

I cant believe there exists anything that could make me say: "that'd been better"

I feel satisfied, i feel happy and fullfilled. And deep there's a remorse for the hours that have passed, the hours left. But i try to hide it behind opaque hazy feelings that drop from all these moments and memories.

Only you, for retracting those combinations of lights into a film with a delighted smile was missing.

Listening To: Odessa - Tiger Lou

-- Post From My iPhone

Life told while taking coffee

2009-07-22T05:45:00.001-07:00

Just testing arround.

Many ideas to write and no time to do so, couple life is hard.

But im not dead, i'll be posting soon

-- Post From My iPhone

Melodies & Desires

2009-07-02T14:50:00.000-07:00

This goes now for someone who, together with another person mentioned before, has changed my life completely. Has given me a new path, a new hope, and has shown me that there's still much to hope for, and that everything is never lost.

When I thought I was alone.

When I wondered whether if I'd ever find someone near me who'd understand my way, with whom I'd be able to share those deep feelings which can't be shown.

She taught me to endure, she taught me to show myself.

She untangled me from all fears which had trapped me for so long, and helped me to open my eyes to something wider than everything I had ever expected before.

She taught me to trust my skills, and to not fear showing them.

And so, for all this and more things which can't be merely represented with words, I'll be grateful to her all my life.

She changed it, and made it even better and more perfect than he already had made it some years ago.

Both, together, give the meaning that I needed, and enlighten my path. So I'm not scared anymore, and I can just relax and enjoy the landscape while I walk through my life.

I know you like this one:

I can write the saddest verses this night.

Write, for example: "The night is starry,
and they shiver, bluish, the stars, far away"

The night's wind spins in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest verses this night

I loved her, and she sometimes also loved me.

In nights like this one I had her on my arms

Many times I kissed her under the infinite sky!

She loved me, and sometimes, I also loved her.

How couldn't I love her huge staring eyes!

I can write the saddest verses this night

Think that I don't have her, Feel that I have lost her,

Hear the immense night, even more without her.

And the verse falls into the soul like dew on grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.

The night is starry and she's not with me.

That's all. Far away someone sings. Far away.

My soul is not satisfied with losing her

Like for trying to haver her closer, my sight looks for her.

My heart looks for her and she's not with me.

The same night which makes enlighten the same trees.

Us,the ones by then, we aren't the same anymore.

I don't love her, it's true, but how much I loved her!

My voice looked for the wind to touch her hearing.

She'll be someone else's. Like before from my kisses.

Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I don't love her, it's true, but maybe I do love her.

Love is so short, and so long forgetting.

Because on nights like this one, I had her on my arms.

My soul is not satisfied with having lost her.

Even if this is the last pain she causes me,

And these are the last verses that I write to her.

Pablo Neruda - Translated From Spanish

Listening to: The Sound of Silence - Simon & Garfunkel

Nothing Will Ever Change

2009-06-21T16:00:00.001-07:00

Today while I chatted on a warmy afternoon, delighted by coffee aroma, I realised the world is unchangeable.

Because we people are diferent.

And what makes us unique also creates what makes us opposites.

So aslong we humans are unique, things will be as they are, and they've been.

Chaos is the result of the collision between two or more forces that can't merge, can't intersect between eachother.

Chaos exists in nature as it exists in human minds., so does peace and rythm.

Just look arround you. Nature shows all aspects of human minds, afterall. We're just a minimal part of something much greater, which collides and fuses, and just keeps flowing infinitely. Like us.

But if we weren't different, life wouldn't be the same neither. Everything would be homogene and plain.

Seeing ourselves sorrounded by so much wild and desolate, we just came to the fact that things are like they are, and so you can't change the universe, neither humanity. And what makes it beuatiful also makes it despicable.

Because everything is like a loop, a loop of neutral children who are born in a world of contrasts, which grow and see themselves forced to attain to one.

Horrible things exist now because horrible things have existed before.

But the world must not be hided. Like a stain you're embarrassed to show. It must be shown and fixed. Or it will grow and grow until it can't be hided anymore and catches us unprevented.

I'll do my little part of the job, so then I can live quietly with my insides.

And if remorses don't exist in some people minds, it is because they've never been shown before.

Isn't it incredible, what can grow out of a mind on a afternoon at a café?

Listening to: Pogo - Digitalism

All of the images uploaded on the blog and more can be found on flickr

Tring to capture a beam of Light

2009-06-19T10:11:00.000-07:00

Having troubles telling how I feel
But I can dance, dance and dance
Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean
But I can dance, dance, dance
So when I trip on my feet
Look at the beat
The words are, written in the sand
When I'm shaking my hips
Look for the swing
The words are, written in the air
Dance
I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words can never make up for what you do
Easy conversations, there's no such thing
No I'm shy, shy, shy
My hips they lie 'cause in reality I'm shy, shy, shy
But when I trip on my feet
Look at the ground
The words are, written in the dust
When I'm shaking my hips
Look for the swing
The words are written in the air
Dance
I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words can never make up for what you do
Dance, dance, dance

- Lykke Li - Dance, Dance, Dance Lyrics

I'm on my way to the city plagued with sea lights.
A cloudy light day stares at me while I go forward with Lykke Li guidance in my ears.

Jag saknar dig

Listening to: Dance Dance Dance - Lykke Li

Nothing is ever lost if there's something that reminds you of it.

2009-06-18T08:47:00.000-07:00

Today everything finished.

I still can't believe how I had been wishing for it for so long, how I could have been impatient for this day to come.

I can't describe how I feel. Its not sadness, neither happiness.

Its some kind of bitter grief, with some fears and looking forward for all what's gonna come.

Is it really that much that we've shared and that I didn't notice?

Feels bad in some way.

How many times I've come to hate them, but now feels like I won't be able to live without them.

Life is damn confusing. You're just excitedly wating for something, and when you get it, it feels weird, it doesn't feel like you expected.

And then you're just damn confused, nd you don't know whether if to smile or cry.

You got it and what? what now?

Or other times, you just don't feel like something. You just don't feel excited about it, wanna avoid it, you're confused and you refuse it.

And when it comes, you just burst into happiness, unexpectedly.

But that's just what makes life as it is, and what builds our memories.

I'm unsure about everything that's gonna happen from now on. I don't know what to expect anymore. And that makes me feel unsafe.

Why the hell am I feeling like this, when I had been waiting for this all year long?

Happens all the time, we just don't apprecciate what we have. I try and I still don't do as much as I'd like, and I hate myself for that.

But let's just look forward and forget this grief.

Because there's still much to come.

I'll try. but I still have a uncomfortable feeling tangled onto my belly. And I sadly feel it's gonna stay there for a while until my head gets right again, and knows what it has to do.

Listening to: Two Weeks From Twenty - Yellowcard

What's left of it

2009-06-01T12:00:00.001-07:00

Of those sunny days, warm hugs and smiles that fade between beams of light.

The country I always dreamed about, the country where you were born.

Its cold and warm,

Green and Blue.

So different from where I come from,

but deep down the same.

Those I had always perfiled in my mind, came true, reached my hands,

I still can't believe it, I still can't believe I saw everything I did.

I walked through those streets

I felt the sweet grass

I saw the fields, I saw your hidden life.

Those days are like a blurry overlighted dream.

Everything is fast, light and smoothly unreal.

How can I believe it if they told me perfection doesn't exist?

That tall blond country, that shocked with my everyday.

And now still, meanwhile I walk through these brunette streets.

I feel the sultry air.

I miss those wierd words. I miss those wierd people.

Whose country is the place I had been looking for

Where I found my home.

Listening to: It's Personal - The Radio Dept. - Pet Grief

Seeing life through bokeh eyes

2009-05-30T07:42:00.000-07:00

Take off all complex, just walk by.

Look arround with your senses,

forget your eyes,

touch the air,

listen to your loud music.

Watch life with no eyes, no ears.

See through what's just infront and go deep.

More things are hidden in life than the ones we see when we use our senses.

So just listen to music, fade away other sounds.

Just look up to the sky let it merge with your path

And instead of cars and red traffic lights, you'll see beams of light and fuzzy shadows.

Now playing; Polock - Nice to meet you

PetiteEnhance

2009-05-23T15:35:00.000-07:00

Met today my Enhance, it's incredible how many things we share together, and how she is one of the few few people who really understand my way.

I've been feeling this is the start of a strong, long friendship.

I'm delighted by your matureness, your jokes and your big smiles, just never change, because I'll never do.

While with her, we talked about those bigheaded jerks who, because of their income, their blood or their egoism can climb up those walls called fame and cover everybody else who sweats everyday for their dreams.

Just an awesome sultry summer morning.

Later on, calm freshy evening enjoying Barcelona's lights.

wonderful picture by my Enhance: http://www.flickr.com/photos/magnetismo/

Minimalism Idealism

2009-05-22T07:37:00.000-07:00

I met horatio five years ago
outside of munich on the way to rome
it was 45 degrees and i could barely breathe
He waved and said hey come sit by me
I was scared at first cos when he spoke it wasn't very soft
he told me about the life long love of his heart
had a t-shirt on that said we're all gonna die alone
I still believe that's true oh i truly do

I want you to notice
I want you to care
oh horatio
oh horatio

I want you to notice
I want you to care
oh horatio
please don't go
please don't go

he was 22 unemployed with a perfect smile
on his way to paris no i never asked why
his english was as bad as mine but i will
remember those hours for the rest of my days

I want you to notice
I want you to care
oh horatio
oh horatio

I want you to notice
I want you to care
oh horatio
please don't go
please don't go

oh horatio

- Tiger Lou - Oh Horatio Lyrics

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Nos vemos mañana monse <3