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28 septembre 2011

Images, September 23rd 2011

Images, September 23rd 2011
Jetlagged, overdosing on homebaked apple pie, listening to your music, Colombia I’m missing you. All my clothes are on the washing line and with every piece I took out to hang, I remembered when I was last wearing it. Going to La Boquilla, San Diego,...
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28 septembre 2011

Mi Boquilla, September 14th 2011

Mi Boquilla, September 14th 2011
Mi Boquilla La Boquilla, from my comfy homemade king size bed in France I thought of you, dreamt of you, imagined you. Listening to Bomba Estereo, I heard your voice, watching video clips I saw your face and reading Boca Azul’s newsletter I learned about...
28 septembre 2011

The Fantasy Door, March 13th 2011

My neighbour smells of old spice and walks up the stairs with a limp. He is old, but how old? He has big brown framed glasses with thick dirty lenses that make his dark eyes look ever so tiny but ever so smiley. I like his demeanour, his features and...
28 septembre 2011

Tuned Into The Night, August 24th 2010

Tuned Into The Night, August 24th 2010
Sipping on my oversweet herbal tea bought outside my door, I'm thinking...I'm feeling, I'm hearing, I'm tasting, I'm smelling, I'm touching...Cartagena. Full moon and insomnia, I'm restless... Cartagena, where I learned not to trust others and learned...
28 septembre 2011

7 Days, 168 Hours, August 24th 2010

48 hours ago I was boarding a plane in Cartagena, flying over Crespo, seeing the beach, seeing Marbella, the historical center, Manga, la Popa and all the other barrios that stretch out off the ocean's coast. Each sight brought back memories. I could...
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28 septembre 2011

Sound and Vision, June 3rd 2010

Sound and Vision, June 3rd 2010
Some years ago, I crashed the apple of my dad’s eyes in a curve…shiny, silver, sporty…Hadn’t it been for the multiple airbags and safety gadgets, I’d have been very badly hurt…or…I stopped wondering. The shock was so violent that I couldn’t hold onto...
28 septembre 2011

Moment of Truce, May 9th 2010

Moment of Truce, May 9th 2010
Lying on the terrasse, gazing at the stars, watching the clouds moving in slow motion in the frame of the mirador, feeling the breeze on my legs, my hair twirling in the wind and caressing my face I felt happy again in Cartagena. Truce... My lover of...
28 septembre 2011

...Leaving Cartagena, December 9th 2009

Last June, I left people puzzled when announcing I was going to Colombia, leaving them to fantasise about a country they knew through the news and Hollywood movies. Drugs, crimes, illegal armed groups and Shakira. My knowledge of Colombia wasn’t thorough,...
28 septembre 2011

Date in Cartagena, Dating Cartagena, November 2nd 2009

Asphyxia, I felt asphyxiated before I left the house, no offense to any of my housemates. I needed to be away from the thesis, internet, any source of friendly living being. Tonight, I’m going out, I’m going on that date in Cartagena that I’ve been rejecting...
28 septembre 2011

Hold on Tighter, October 23rd 2009

Villa Hermosa, on the other side of the old dump of Cartagena, between shantytown and green paradise. The area is no more than a squat of wasteland, sheds and houses built out of planks, plastics of all kinds, milk cartons, milk bags, egg cartons, foam...
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