London

The fog began to settle softly into a haze of a new day but not enough to hide the glistening lights. They glowed in a way that filled me with a warm sensation and by my side rest my dearest friend. Together we adore the sight of city, the bright of light, on a hidden hill that has become a place only we know. I turned to him to find meaning, mentally and soulfully for not many I come across are as pure as his spirit. The silhouette of his face was like that of fine art, perfect and delightful. My eyes did not blink as I was happy to be lured in sweetly to the shape of his defined lips. The way they moved slowly with every deep breath, with every soft word of wisdom, with every sensual smile sent me off into a mental afterlife. And as he turned his head towards my direction, he asked me what consumed my thoughts. All I could speak was the word 'nothing' for he left me speechless at thought and beat less at heart. Nothing else matters and nothing else will for I quietly promise to imbed this beautiful being, this timeless moment in my thoughts. I promise to never forget. We travel by physical being only yet we are always connected at heart. Where ever we are in this world, this life time has given me this moment and he has given me a true definition of our existence.

Cadiz, Los Angeles

La Piedra

We built a house of sticks and stones. Settled beneath and called it home. No one was near from east to west. We caught the winds breath at it's best. The roof was that, of a thin black sheet. Held high by branches, the height of four feet. The waves were music, a sweet melody and my fingers they danced on the sands simplicity. Almost bare, beauty stripped to the naked bone. Lost in a land of a secret unknown. The rocks colored like honey, shaped as large beans accompanied me like seaweed in the still sea. Nothing needed but this beauty, the blue sky and the breeze. How a home with sweet nothing can be the ultimate peace.

California