The Aporia of Love and other pieces
The Aporia of Love She is the sunlight whose smile is the star that gave life to the travertine and Montjuïc skin of Barcelona. Her eyes shine, radiant flowers, gleaming through the stone windows above the concrete streets, above the Gaudi tile paths marked by starfish and seaweed. Her eyes are the windows to pools of forests of memories as numerous as the silky brown hair fibers relaxed on my side while we sat on the sofa by the window before she suggested that we exit our treasure chest studio apartment. She waited, angelic, stern as a sculptor chipping at time with suggestions like; -You ready? With a Katharine Hepburn wit quick as a black feline tap dancing across a wood floor towards a feast almost as fancy as she appears in black with the patience of a dam with the will of a diamond shining in the light of her exploits, of her marvelousness. As I picked the lush thick forest of my head, plush with knots, hair thin bridges. Quick as the hare I replied -Yes! Kisse...