calle del marqués

you left behind two bruised knees⁠

It’s 1am high at the edge the world⁠

Where the night sky runs blue ⁠

The sky kisses the earth bath in with green light⁠

It is 1am when I appear into your thoughts⁠

My valentine⁠

I am walking home from a night of distraction⁠

Clothes peeled off discarded on the floor⁠

The breadcrumbs follow sweet scent of caress⁠

A stolen moment from 5 years past

I close the door as I recede into my home bubble⁠

The shadows blind my eyes⁠

Flickering back to places we never went to⁠

Winds and rain washed away those tears⁠

Ghost memories where your shadow falls⁠

Delicately dancing in that blue light⁠

Enchanting moments caress⁠

Moments that I do not remember⁠

I just remember that you left ⁠

I washed away your sins today ⁠

Only to start the process all over again⁠

You left behind two bruised knees⁠

Knowing that everything is temporary⁠

And nothing is at it seems⁠

footnote: these four walls or behind closed doors - about the project which is work in progress

About these four walls, is an attempt to photograph myself inside the places I inhabit.

This is an extension of my travels around the world.

I have decided no matter simple, silly or contrived the images, to photograph myself inside the space. I hate being photographed so my challenge to myself is to discover myself in front of the camera.