miércoles, 3 de febrero de 2016

Niebla, es invierno, no hay hora // Fog, it's winter, there isn't time

Todo nublado. Niebla, frío, la felicidad de taparse las manos con el jersey, de tumbarse en el sofá con la manta hasta arriba. Salir a la calle, gorro, bufanda, guantes. Es invierno. No hay nieve, tarda en venir. La chimenea está apagada. La luz también. Silencio. Huele a café. Amanece, o anochece, no lo sé. Moño de andar por casa. No hay hora, no hay reloj, no hay móvil. Es tarde. Llamas al timbre, ya era hora, te abro.


It's cloudy. Fog, cold, the happiness of cover your hands with your jumper, of lie down on the sofa with your blanket. Go out, neanie, scarf, gloves. It's winter. There isn't any snow. The fireplace is off. The light too. Silence. It smells coffe. It sunrises, or gets dark, I don't know. Messy bun. There isn't time, there isn't clock, there isn't mobile phone. It's late. You ring the doorbell, it was time, I open you.
















Jersey/ Jumper: Formula Joven - Shorts: Primark - Cinturón/ Belt: Misako

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