every time that i listen: "we could be so happy, baby (if we wanted to)",

the phrase that comes to my mind is:

"we were so close to be everything

and we finished being nothing"

and when you start thinking that the only problem that you had were the teeth,

then you find out that you already had a problem with the ears

a bridge of kisses over the abyss of memory

i have always thought that there is something wrong when i look at a picture.

the portrait of someone, i mean.

i just couldnt guess what it was, but now i think that i finally found what it is.

when you look that kind of pictures, you use to believe that the one who is caught in the picture is looking at you.

for a moment you feel that you are the receptionist of the picture.

you are part of a relationship between two people: the one in the photograph and you.

but what you forget, or dont know, or dont want or cant see is that there is someone in the middle of you two.

the one that took the picture, the real one to whom the eyes of the person inside the picture are really directed to.

btw: i like one of your pictures.

the one where you are frowning 

love never brings something good. love always brings something better

roberto bolaño, i have a crush on you