Today I declared the morning to be free and went outside to pick up the bad weed that grew up between the flowers, shirtless with a straw hat and a rolled cigarette at the corner of my mouth under the sun I looked up at every single bird and asked them if they could teach me how to fly, not envious but watching how happy they were flying but I forgot that I was just down here and for the birds they are up there not looking down here like walking humans don’t look down in the street unless to avoid the shit on the roads we walk on and forgot that we do the same with the others who are down there too so I lied down on the grass letting it to involve me smoking my cigarette feeling my skin being touched by the sun enjoying the view of the birds flying over me and it was when one of them landed and started walking on my level looking at me and asking if I could teach them how to lie down so they can do the same when they need a rest, so I told the bird that there’s a reason in nature for each one to be different from each other and live happy with who we are being able to embrace one self without the desire of being another with the power of being humble accepting the differences that make each one so unique in our own nature and it was when I realised that the birds fly for our own pleasure to see them flying and the bad weed grows so we’re able to choose the ones we want to get rid off and the ones we want to keep in our own lives.
• 8 May 2014 • 12 notes
My Top 20 Photographers (NSFW), by Gonzalo Bénard
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> View On 2HeadS: Alberto Garcia-Alix, Cristina Garcia Rodero, Diane Arbus, Duane Michals, Eikoh Hosoe, Erwin Olaf, Evgeny Mokhorev, Joel-Peter Witkins, Jorge Molder, Larry Clark, Lauren Simonutti, Malick Sidibé, Mario Cravo Neto, Pierre Gonnord, Pierre Molinier, Pieter Hugo, Robert Mapplethorpe, Roger Ballen, Sebastiao Salgado and Weegee.
• 6 May 2014 • 316 notes
Yesterday I watered the most beautiful white roses in the garden
right before the sun to rise and open them lasciviously to which they stood there opened receiving it all day as the most beautiful whores adorned by light. As the sun left, I refreshed them again. Then I cut them gently; taking petal by petal for them to not loose the sun they took in an intercourse of skins.
I ate them then, with their own light, feeling them with my tongue in pure flesh of senses. In the most pure act of love I now own the sun through the most beautiful white roses in the garden.
• 6 May 2014 • 13 notes
Today, Sunday noon, I dressed as if it was Sunday noon. I put a well-ironed white shirt, a tie and my polished shoes. It didn’t make me feel any more religious though. The polished shoes didn’t reflect my soul. I didn’t find any messiah on my tie. And the only thing I got was a coffee stain on my impeccable well-ironed white shirt. Without any divine shape. Afterwards I got naked to find myself again. After all today is any other day.
• 4 May 2014 • 13 notes
Today I saw the sunset for the first time. Today, and that’s why I wondered if the effort one does trying to look sane is. Sane, or it leads faster to one’s insanity. Then. I saw the sunset and realised how insane it is to be. Sane, I thought like the sunset that sanity was for others who like to be. Insanity is the future because it was changed its meaning when sanity was already insane, like. The sunset I saw today for the first time that. The future of insanity. Is the sanity, my sun. Insanity doesn’t allow you to understand the others. Sanity, makes you do not want to. Insanity. When the sun sets. Here, for one’s sanity.
• 3 May 2014 • 6 notes
Today I was asked which were my sexual preferences.
I told that I always preferred lesbian girls and hetero guys. I like ostriches too, but with them I can’t lie down after sex and talk about tits and motorbikes.
Or even Sartre.
I wonder if one day I’ll meet an ostrich that can read Sartre to me in bed though. I learned that one should never give up hope.
Or even Sex.
• 30 April 2014 • 11 notes
Out of the Blues VI, view post by Gonzalo Bénard
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Photographs by Billy und Hells, Freddie Ardley, Karborn, Rodney Smith, Robyn Cumming, Sayaka Maruyama, Paul Blanca, Constantin Brancusi by himself, George Mallory by Duncan Grant, Violeta La Burra by Humberto Rivas and Gonzalo Bénard.
• 27 April 2014 • 123 notes