My 26th birthday
Today is my 26th birthday. This morning I got my first period since I have been pregnant. I have lived without it 26 months. It's a funny coincidence that I got my actual first period in the morning of my 15th birthday. Life is a curious thing, full of coincidences.
In this moment, inside my home, Fauna and Fabia are sleeping a nap, Manfred builds up a coil sitting at the dinning table while my sister Mónica reads a book lying over the sofa (her bed). This morning I woke up to a table covered with beautiful things to unpack and later we went to celebrate the breakfast. It has been a slow lazy day so far. It is rainy and windy outside. Just like I like it.
There is a magic smell floating in the air. It means nothing but it gives the taste of atmosphere. I am feeling really happy and grateful. I don't expect anything more. Because it is already perfect.
Manfred gave me this amazing jacket as my birthday present. It comes from Sasas Vintage, Mannheim.
Inspiration. Bring the Autumn in.
The Autumn has started already and came with all its power. The other day I suddenly felt in the need to posses a little bit of it. I took my pruning shears and went on a walk around my neighborhood. As I live inside of a big city I was surprised of the variety of plants I could access in public spaces. I ended up being greedy.
My initial plan was to create different individual arrangements. But that day I didn't have time anymore. So I simply put all the foliage in water to work on them on the next day. But in the morning I saw this abundance, this forest over the commode, and I liked it just like it was.
It looked like a painting. A still life. But three-dimensional.
Atmosphere. La última reminiscencia de verano
El cielo profundo. La arena y el viento.
Cuerpos felices al sol.
Las paredes blancas, las sombras dramáticas, las flores exóticas.
Recostados, con aroma de siesta y picaduras en la piel, observamos las hojas del platanero bailar. Inmersos en la ausencia del tiempo, dejamos el calor y la tarde pasar.
Nuestras mentes vagan lentas. Nuestras bocas no conversan.
Esos recuerdos.
Estar desnudo frente al mar y de espaldas a la tierra.
Oír música lejana, fantasear vidas ajenas.
Improvisar. Sentir el verano. Dejarse llevar.
Experimentar la libre voluntad del cuerpo.
Fotografías de Rosa C.
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