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✨✨ 🇺🇸 🇪🇸 — Del viento aprendi que algunas cosas hay que sentirlas para saber que existen ✨ . . From the wind, I learned that there are some things you can only feel, to know they exist #trustingtheprocess

When I was little, I used to think of shadows as friends, that were always with me in the daytime. Also, I swear I was wearing sunscreen ☀️ #diadesol #contrastes

some F A M I L I A ✨ @isayitani @black.ota @sayo.96 @otrawave #cousins

If you can only reflect that light coming your way, you’ll multiple yours 💫💫 Al reflejar la luz, multiplicarás la tuya 🌙 💋

If you listen closely, you’ll find the answers in the silence 💫 •• Si escuchas, encontraras las respuestas en el silencio 💋 —📸 by @seven.billion.artists

This is some #Almodovar film type of view right here 😍 #justsomepool

🌞 #bcn 📸 @seven.billion.artists —> #cosasqueescribo . . Ella tiene cierto movimiento que confunde. Mira profundamente. Se rie. Invoca sentimientos que resisten el tiempo. Por la ventana, se escuchan risas infantiles. El viento que sopla y que enfria a los simples mortales. Pero no a ella. Ella el viento lo siente como una senal de que eso que existe para ella esta por venir, aunque no lo pueda ver. . Se tumba en la silla playera, y de sus audifonos se escucha un Bossa Nova que mueve almas. Mira al cielo con los ojos cerrados. Con un suspiro vuelven sus recuerdos que todavia no han sucedido. Sonrie de medio lado, e involuntariamente suelta una suave carcajada. Sus ojos brillan al abrirlos, y de repente, el mundo es suyo. Porque temerlo?

Magical moments can be found alone, but I’ve found the most special to be with friends or family... these ladies are both #familia 💫 @isayitani @magalyotaola

I kinda like Barcelona... but it’s hot as hell 🔥. . . #thingsIwrite . . Cocktail “But I just don’t like this music,” he said to her. It was crowded and they were already inches close to each other. She looked at him and a smile twinkled through her eyes. She inched closer, and closer to him as he stood still looking down at her. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion – but yet for a third party not two seconds went by before she kissed him, running her hands down his chest. There was a magical kind of intensity emanating from both of them. She then whispered: “Did you like that?” “Yes,” he said, as if the breath had been sucked out of his lungs. “Then you don’t need to like the music,” she said, as she went back to dancing. He looked at her for a second with a half smile. Was it lust? Or was it enchantment. Perhaps it was both - an elusive cocktail. Soon enough, he was dancing in perfect tune with her, to the music he did not like. 💋

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