There are loves that leave marks and damages. Loves that last a couple of weeks and others that barely survive a couple of years. There are skinny and abstract loves. Serene and wrinkled loves. Guilt-ridden loves, so full of bitterness. There are firm and brave loves. Loves that stain their days with black clouds. Loves full of absurd rhetoric.
There are loves submerged in custom and others that float in a “free”. Loves that stop the world and others that refuse to fly. Loves that are forgotten with drinks and others so hard to forget. Loves with all the letters of the alphabet and others that never had vowels. Loves turned into playlists. Selfish loves full of conditions. Others so full of colors and blessings.
There are loves with different schedules. Loves of sand and salt. Loves that knew happiness and respect. There are loves of spring and summer. Loves without autumns and winters. There are loves sick. Loves so sick of sex. Poetic but passing loves. Loves with a variety of flavors but full of grudges. Loves of social networks and other kinds of blockades. Loves that are sent to the shit and others that end up in the Church.
There are loves that end in a “Thank you.” and others who settle for a “Good riddance.”.
Photographers: subway rat
Intimate and harrowing poetic prose. Universitat Autònoma de Barcelona.