Everything I need, and more.

All I wanted to do was draw, and then think, and then draw again.

But not today. Because today, February 17, I felt tangible happiness. It's weird and definitely not easy to explain- anyway I'll try.

Imagine an average Thursday. Three classes in the morning, one of them spent having breakfast with Juan, another one drawing terrible things (not inspired at all), and the last one talking to Pablo. And then we realized we didn't want to study before lunch. It wasn't cold so we chose to sit at a terrace for a while.

And then, suddenly and most inexpectedly, happiness. I ordered an ice coffee (always been a favourite) and sat there talking to my wonderful friends (Alba was also there). The sun was shining on my face. Problems started fading away. We were young and watched people rushing everywhere but we chose not to hurry. There and then I felt in peace with the world.

Rich people are those who don't need many things to be happy. So here, instead of "when Fashion meets Art", it should be written "Diaries of a Millionaire", because I have the most incredible (often idiot and naughty, but incredible anyway) friends in the whole world.

And I feel happy.

sketch

Imagine a dress...

Across the universe.

"There's nothing you can do that can't be done

No one you can save that can't be saved

Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you

in time- it's easy...

All you need is love."

The Beatles

A3 (Invincible)

Follow through

Make your dreams come true

Don't give up the fight

You will be all right

Cause there's no one like you

In the universe

Thank you Sofi

Me he permitido robarte una foto.

¿Te importa? no la había visto nunca y me encantó.

Quería darte las gracias, ¡Sofi!

Entre otras cosas por coleccionar dibujos míos desde que nos conocimos, en 6º de Primaria, y por sacarlos a la luz de vez en cuando. Son horrorosos pero me encanta que los guardes. Tienes mis primeros diseños (terribles!), y mi primera Marilyn Monroe.
Tienes un estilo genial, y te debo un retrato.

Mientras tanto, el original del dibujo que subo hoy te pertenece, y alguno más. Están en mi cuarto, a espera de que volvamos a vernos.

Espero que todo te vaya genial :)

empire state of mind (drawing in the bus, part 2)

Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh

There's nothing you can't do

These streets will make you feel brand new,

BIG LIGHTS WILL INSPIRE YOU

drawing in the bus

"Fashion is the cinematic vision of your soul telling a history lesson about who you are"

tnx pablo ;)

have I lost my mind?

"What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm?

AN IDEA.

Resilient... highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain it's almost impossible to erradicate. An idea that is fully formed -fully understood- that sticks; right in there somewhere.

A single idea from the human mind can buid cities. An idea can transform the world and rewrite all the rules."

"Estás esperando un tren. Un tren que te llevará muy lejos. Tu sabes dónde quieres que este tren te lleve, pero no sabes dónde te llevará. Pero no importa, porque estaremos juntos."

Origen (Inception)

oh take me back to the start

I hear in my mind all these voices

I hear in my mind all these words

I hear in my mind all this music

And it breaks my heart... And it breaks my heart

And it breaks my heart, and it breaks my heart.

Y sí... a veces nieva.

Imperceptible como los grandes cambios, desoladora como la fina lluvia que te empapa el alma, sin paraguas. Amable. Sentimiento o ausencia, abrazos que ya no están. Tristeza. Trajín de seres sin rumbo, gente que se va, vidas que se entrelazaron y lazos que un día amanecieron lejos. Luminosos ojos que inspiran confianza, manos que trazan historias, labios rojos que quieren volver a casa. Curioso, que cuanta menos paz tienes, más te piden y más te obligas a dar. Paz que te quita el sueño, dulce guerra sin vencedor. Viento de cambio, caramelos que te da la vida. Huracán que azota dentro, voces que nunca callan. Espectadores impasibles, ilegales testigos de una sacreta lucha. Polizones en mi alma, ausencia de esas metáforas. Paz que te quita el sueño.

Y sí... a veces... pero sabes qué? Siempre sale el sol.