I’m so tired that I’ve decided to stop time; to let the hours pass and let them pass over me.
I don’t want to go back to the place where I met you; I’ve had enough problems with the pictures on the countertop, the videotapes and the shaving foam that won’t wear out and is still in the bathroom. Is it just me, or do I see less and less of myself in the mirror but look at myself more and more? Is that a gray hair?
Could you take this pain away? Could you leave? I’ve changed the sheets on the bed, the pattern on the cushions and I’ve got my soul naked. Today you may hurt less, tomorrow more if I get caught in the night.
If I stare at the heat of the oven but I don’t see any of my organs simmering. Today you may hurt less, tomorrow you may just be tiredness, then I want to stop time and learn to breathe.
Have you left already?
Photography: Rubén de Oliveira
Model: Mario Jiménez
Stylist: Adriana de Artiñano
Lights: Cristina Peña
Make-Up Artist: Henar Pérez
Art: Rosa Caldito
Poem: María Mena
In exclusive for: The Flow House
