stories

human beings are part of the fable of being human beings. it's all an idea, ni más ni menos. nos construimos, nos armamos y desarmamos como una marca.

we cannot deny there are real stories, of course. the ones that bit you in your face, cold and cruel. however there are the other ones, the idealistic ones, the ones that are manipulated by/in your head and by that artificially sweetening it.
i just thought of one of those stories, one of the "ideal" saddest love scenario, and wanted to share it with you. don't laugh. think about it poetically. just that:

the sun being in love with the moon, and the moon of the sun.

ok, a friend of mine would say love is not love but a pathology meeting another pathology. but also, that sad scenario is not about love actually. i'm talking about something else. about reaching the unreachable i guess...

today we've been to a russian exhibition at the bass museum of art
http://bassmuseum.org/about/russian_dreams.htm