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Cecilia Giménez

Monday, November 26, 2012


I love this image for so many reasons...

Maybe one day I will tell you why.

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Taken

Wednesday, November 21, 2012


Your map is my sail.

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Le poteau

Tuesday, November 20, 2012


C'est triste quand les soleils deviennent des pierres.

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Needle

Monday, November 19, 2012


Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree 
Saying nothing, that's enough for me  


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Stranger still

Monday, November 05, 2012


There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
-E. Hemingway

So many truths, so little time. With every one of them: an expiry date, kept out of view.

We try to keep things clean but life has a way of getting dirty. This mess in our heads is but a reflection of the mess in our hearts, no more, no less. You come to me with your names and your titles and all my little fingers tremble with anticipation. All you get is silence. Why? So you can hear the ticking of the clock.

Time will prove everything.

Some readers read to peek a truth or two. Some readers read to find themselves outlined, in chalk or in rainbows. A reader can read everything written and gain not one once of fresh clear certainty.

I could sit here and bleed out another story wrapped around a kingdom wrapped around relationships wrapped around a beehive wrapped around a bee wrapped around a ghost wrapped around you. Without a doubt you would know... I wrote it for you.

Never will such a thing happen. The truth of you can only be crushed to fine dust, to be found by a clean cloth.


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