Don’t be too much of a “yes” for a storm, because not everyone is fit to receive your drops with light; and even though at times it may seem that each one falls with the best intentions, one can come to accept the misery of believing in what only wets. And in what you’ve learned from the “no’s,” you’ll understand that you were merely a flash of an innocent rain, and that every sound it made was nothing more than thunder disguised as love.
Photography by Cristóbal Coello Robles // Developed and scanned by Bengala
A communicator of emotions. I can’t live without music, nor without art. I write in my room, in the street, and wherever I happen to land.