three-or-four-planets

When I arrived to the floor, the situation was hostile to me. I felt cordial and eager to live but I thought of the large windows of eighteen floors of free fall and feeling identified, to fly between the four walls.

The planets beat hard on my skin while I cried in the first hours. I felt so alone that they could challenge me to be an astronaut.

Maybe to sailing in a neutral an empty space, and be absorbed by a black hole. In order not thinking more and just feel.

In the way of studying Fashion Photography and in love with the caramel tea, music with trumpets, travel with my old bicycle, chocolate, kids and animals, cherries, festivals and concerts, milkshakes, flowers, tattoos, read, cinema, the sea...

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