other places
OTHER PLACES phrases, paragraphs, and photographs by aidx paredes edition one self published 2015 - 2016
I have been told once that the cities I explore reflect the bodies that I adore and cities never stay the same that is why perhaps, maybe I also explore different bodies.
Long before I have traced skin surfaces with my tongue, I have walked lonely, night-lamped streets of busy cities and I have found that they are the same.
Mostly — scarred, smooth, hairy — bodies of men.
All have appeared to be with fear and uncertainty, yet once discovered in a different light, it becomes less and less of what it appears to be.
Sometimes — curved, fair, freckled — bodies of women.
I must agree that the cities I explore are reflective of bodies I have adored — beautifully elusive and comfortingly eerie — and I take no shame to admit that I have wandered through their dirty, strange pavements with my feet, my tongue, my fingers, my eyes and, most of all, my heart.
may these flowers that stand on my bedside table rot for weeks and weeks and the used condoms too for i know when the time comes —
when ashes are only remnants of big fires that ruined our homes and broken pieces are only reminders of big things that were once whole
— i will forgo, forget you
i can still taste you in my mouth eight hours after you said we are done and we both know we are not — never, at this point, we just
have to accept — over each other so no matter how much we try to close the door and watch each other walk through different paths we will always meet because circles do not end
if i had many, many things to say to you i would have said it in a heartbeat
but i do not have anything to say to you anymore so here is my silence
how long do i have to wait for you to get back, i asked you smiled and went out of your car you can smoke there for a while but do not burn the whole place down
ten minutes after, i looked outside and there you were walking towards the car, flowers in one hand who are those for, i asked — for you
do you really have to go now
you can sleep here you know
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long before i have traced skin surfaces with my tongue i have walked lonely, night-lamped streets of busy cities and i have found that they are the same
phrases + photographs by aidx paredes