Mr. Love

I like the green of leaves singing to the sun, like red birds flying at dusk and blue frogs hopping from puddle to puddle or black butterflies swimming on the light-blue air of the sky. What I enjoy even more is that they are like nocturnal flowers that swim in space like tiny rose petals that go with the course of the wind like a fish in the sea or a rat enjoying the effects of a Black Mamba's venom; a snake that has the interior of its mouth so deep and obscure that seems to absorb every kind of love like a Black Hole consuming planets, butterflies, frogs, leaves, birds, flavours, fears and loves. Like a human absorbing nutrients.

I like the red of life. That colour that seems to fill us up with energy when we find the voice of a happy bird that, even though he pretends to know songs, they really are passionate talks with lovers that are hidden by imaginary memories that look like bunches of exotic and bizarre roses that go unnoticed to the human eye, with invisible colours, indiscernible and full of a perfume with tints of tangerine, lemon, strawberry, watermelon, melon and a touch of greens and reds.

I like that which we call death. A topic so lacking of creativity, so abstract and yet so full of prejudices and walking words that create fictions, horrors and sadness. I don't think it's anything that we think of, I believe it's something amazing that fills our souls because, without it, renovation wouldn't exist, everything would be monotonous, there would be no connection whatsoever between situations of our lives, those birds that I mentioned at the beginning, wouldn't fly at dusk, the green of leaves wouldn't sing, we would lack passion, there wouldn't be energy, nor peace, nor happiness.

Could you imagine a world without those fascinating experiences?

I like the smell of the grass once dew has fallen,
I like the smell of the name Rocío*,
I like the smell of the man that sprays,
I like the smell of the dew that sprays the grass so gently that seems to give, green, hope and, yellow, happiness.

I like all of that.
All of that is what I call in a simple and passionate way: Mr. Love.