My world

FOTO PERFIL Twitter. Plastificado  ONIRIA: GÉNESIS

It looks like it was yesterday the day when I was abducted. Plenty of things have happened since then, everything is different, I feel so different myself… Oniria’s just possessed every single cell of my new body.

Parece como si fuera ayer el día en que fui abducida. Muchas cosas han sucedido desde entonces, todo es diferente, yo misma me siento tan distinta… Oniria ha poseído hasta la última célula de mi nuevo cuerpo.

ONIRIA: GENESIS

Art & Video by FXala2

Music by http://www.bensound.com


FOTO PERFIL Twitter. Plastificado DO YOU KNOW WHAT’S TO BE LIVING WITHOUT FEELING ANYTHING?

Holy nymphomaniac! How nervous I am!

This is my first time playing with letters and I don’t have the slightest clue what to start by… I don’t know what to tell… I’ve heard somewhere that, when it comes to writing, the best thing is to let yourself go with the flow, like in sex… but I don’t dare to jump here. How silly I am… with all the sexual flying time that I have accumulated in-between my legs.

What a dilema!

…Oh well, look, if you don’t mind, I’ll begin with a little question. It’s the first thing that came to my mind, so here it goes…

Do you know, by any chance, what’s to be living without feeling anything?

No, I guess not. It’s even difficult to imagine, right…? And I’m not talking about the feeling of emotions. I’m talking about the feeling of senses, the feeling of caresses, kisses and the whole wide range of penetrations. I’m talking about savoring the salt of a sweaty body, smelling the scent of an orgasm or feeling the simple touch of a carpet under your feet…

I talk about what mind feels through the physical body, not about the follies that it might generate when trapped all alone amid a fantasy’s whirl or the sensorial projections that an oneiric avatar can create by its own or by sensual memory…

Oh, wow!

…I believe I’ve got a little embroiled here. I don’t understand what I’m saying myself.

Let’s start again…

Do you know what’s to be living without feeling anything?

I know, I’ve lived it. It’s the place where I come from and the reason why I am here: I want to truly feel again. Yes, I want to feel everything once again, to rediscover every single old experience as if it was the first, and I’ve chosen this earth, your earth, because it’s the most similar to mine that I’ve been able to find around.

What they were wrongly prophesizing in your world wide web that was going to happen past July 29th, became reality in the earth where I was born (remember the viral video on the polar flip?). Those know-all scientific geeks told that my world’s rotation axis overturned 90 degrees and everything was a disaster.

Things turned upside down. Hot zones became arctic, the earth crust shacked like the skin of a dog scratching fleas, volcanoes went completely nuts and average temperature entered a free fall. In the blink of an eye, huge chunks of earth sunk under the sea while others emerged from nowhere, and even when our mothers had such terrible time, that day the world didn’t end.

No… We recovered… For a while… It was another thing far more absurd and mind-blowing what it seems destroyed us at the end. But this is another story that’s off the point right now… We’ll talk about it another moment. In the future, perhaps. If I’m still here, willing to write, and you are yet interested.

And meanwhile, enjoy life to the max, guys. Make love as much as you can and fill every single minute up with pleasure and good sensations… You know, just in case the world ends tomorrow.

Believe me… It can happen… I’m telling you from experience. (Kiss)


FOTO PERFIL Twitter. Plastificado ¿SABÉIS QUÉ ES VIVIR SIN SENTIR NADA?

¡Santa Ninfómana! ¡Qué nerviosa estoy!

Es mi estreno en esto de jugar con las letras y no tengo ni idea de por donde empezar… no sé qué contar… He oído en alguna parte que cuando se trata de escribir lo mejor es dejarse llevar, como en el sexo… Pero aquí no me atrevo a saltar. Qué tontita soy… Con todas las horas de vuelo sexual que llevo acumuladas entre las piernas.

¡Qué dilema!

…Bueno pues, mirad…, empezaré con una pequeña pregunta, si no os importa. Es lo primero que me ha venido a la cabeza, así que allá va…

¿Por alguna casualidad sabéis qué es vivir sin sentir nada?

…No, supongo que no. Es difícil incluso de imaginar, ¿verdad…? Y no me refiero al sentir de los sentimientos, hablo del sentir de los sentidos, del de las caricias, de los besos y toda la amplia gama de penetraciones. Hablo de saborear la sal de un cuerpo sudoroso, oler el aroma de un orgasmo o sentir la simple caricia de una moqueta bajo los pies…

Hablo de lo que siente la mente a través del cuerpo físico, no de las locuras que pueda generar ella sola cuando se halla atrapada en un remolino de fantasías, ni de las proyecciones sensoriales que un avatar onírico puede crear por su cuenta o por memoria sensual…

¡Oh, vaya!

…Creo que me he liado un poco. Ni yo entiendo ya lo que digo.

Empecemos de nuevo…

¿Sabéis qué es vivir sin sentir nada?

…Yo lo sé, lo he vivido. Es de ahí de donde procedo y es por eso que estoy aquí: quiero volver a sentir de verdad. Sí, quiero volver a sentirlo todo, redescubrir cada vieja experiencia como si fuera la primera, y he escogido esta tierra, vuestra tierra, por qué es lo más parecido a la mía que he encontrado por ahí.

Lo que en vuestra red de redes profetizaban erróneamente que sucedería este 29 de Julio pasado se hizo realidad en la tierra en que nací (¿recordáis el video viral sobre el vuelco polar?). Los científicos, esos frikis sabelotodo, dijeron que el eje de rotación de mi mundo dio un vuelco de 90 grados y todo fue un desastre.

Las cosas se volvieron del revés. Zonas cálidas se volvieron árticas, la corteza de la tierra se sacudió como la piel de un perro rascándose las pulgas, los volcanes se volvieron completamente majaras y la temperatura general entró en caída vertical. En un abrir y cerrar de ojos, grandes porciones de tierra se hundieron bajo el mar y otras surgieron de la nada, y aunque nuestras madres lo pasaron bastante mal, ese día no se acabó el mundo.

No… Nos recuperamos… Durante un tiempo… Fue otra cosa todavía más absurda y alucinante lo que al final parece que acabó con nosotros. Pero esto ya es otra historia que no viene a cuento ahora… Ya hablaremos de todo eso en otro momento. En el futuro, quizás. Si yo sigo aquí, con ganas de escribir, y vosotros aún estáis interesados.

Y mientras, por si acaso, disfrutad al máximo de la vida, chicas y chicos… Haced el amor cuanto podáis y llenad cada minuto de placer y buenas sensaciones… Ya sabéis, por si el mundo se acaba mañana.

Creedme…, puede pasar. Os lo digo por experiencia (Kiss)


FOTO PERFIL Twitter. Plastificado  SENSORIAL BLAST

This morning, when I woke up, when dawn was barely breaking and nobody had turned the Phoenix’s oven on yet, I’ve decided to switch the air-conditioning off and open the door to the small terrace in my apartment.

The air was a little swamped inside. Outside, the day looked indecisive, like if it was frightened, scared of waking up, aware of the fact, perhaps, that very soon the desert sun was going to irradiate everything with its calcining light. Temperature was nice. I’ve taken a deep breath. A mixed smell of dry earth and clean ozone relaxed my senses. For an instant it seemed to me as if I was inside a laundry room. But that wasn’t the case. It was just the day that was awakening fresh and wearing new garments… like every single morning.

I filled a big mug up with coffee and I got connected. Chair’s cold leather felt better to my butt than the hot liquid to my lips, and while waiting for the computer to turn on, a gust of wind sneaked in through the glass opening… and stroke me…

Yes, that’s what it was… a very erotic stroke that took me by surprise.

The draft licked every single fiber of my skin, gently, prowling, like a green lover would do when risking to get a first contact. The sensation’s been so intense that my eyes closed and a sadden tickling climbed all the way up my vagina. I couldn’t prevent it from happening. All my skin electrified, my muscles tensed, my nonexistent body hair bristled and my nipples were a few seconds far from blasting off. It’s been a very powerful feeling. It wouldn’t have been more powerful if an ardent hurricane would have possessed my entire body.

It’s been very nice. A little thing traumatically delightful, overwhelming like an explosion. Yes, that’s it, that’s what it was… a real sensorial blast.

Until that very moment I didn’t notice how numb I was because of my long stay in that damned oneiric void. I wasn’t aware of how asleep my senses were because of my prolonged absence from a real world. I’ve been such a long time without feeling anything like this. A simple gust of wind, a sight from Mother Nature, just ignited all my flesh in a literal sense.

Half in ecstasy, I put the experience into words, saved them and went to take a shower. I got completely naked. My minimalist white panties slowly slid down to the floor attracted by gravity. It’s been very sensual. Excited like I was, my mind felt them lewdly licking every single curve on my silky legs. And when they finally landed on the bath mat, I was able to perceive that they were a kind of gleaming… like if small frisky slugs had such a super time partying around down there.


FOTO PERFIL Twitter. Plastificado  ESTALLIDO SENSORIAL.

Esta mañana, al despertar, cuando el alba apenas despuntaba y nadie había encendido todavía el horno de Phoenix, he decidido cerrar el aire acondicionado y he abierto la puerta de la pequeña terraza de mi apartamento.

El ambiente estaba algo empantanado dentro. Fuera, el día parecía indeciso, como asustado, temeroso de despertar, consciente quizás de que el poderoso sol del desierto muy pronto lo irradiaría todo con su luz calcinadora. La temperatura era agradable. He respirado hondo. Un olor mixto a tierra seca y ozono limpio ha relajado mis sentidos. Por un instante me ha parecido estar dentro de una lavandería. Pero ese no era el caso. Tan sólo era el día que amanecía fresco y vistiendo una nueva muda… como hace cada mañana.

He llenado una taza grande de café y me he conectado. El cuero frío de la silla le ha sentado mejor a mi pompis que el líquido cálido a mis labios, y mientras aguardaba a que la computadora se pusiera en marcha, una ráfaga de viento se ha deslizado por la abertura de cristal… y me ha acariciado…

Sí, eso ha sido… una caricia muy erótica que me ha pillado desprevenida.

La corriente de aire ha lamido cada fibra de mi piel, suave, furtivamente, como lo haría un amante bisoño arriesgándose a un primer contacto. La sensación ha sido tan intensa que se me han cerrado los ojos y un súbito cosquilleo ha trepado por mi vagina. No lo he podido evitar. Toda mi piel se ha electrificado, mis músculos se han tensado, mi inexistente bello se ha erizado y mis pezones han estado a pocos segundos de despegar. Ha sido una sensación muy potente. No lo hubiera sido más si un ardiente huracán se hubiera apoderado de todo mi cuerpo.

Ha sido muy agradable. Una nadería traumáticamente placentera, arrolladora como una explosión. Sí, eso es, eso es lo que ha sido… un auténtico estallido sensorial.

Hasta ese preciso momento no me había dado cuenta de cuan abotargada estaba debido a mi dilatada estancia en aquel maldito vacío onírico. No era consciente de lo dormidos que tenía mis sentidos por culpa de mi prolongada ausencia de un mundo real. Hacia muchísimo tiempo que no sentía nada parecido. Una simple ráfaga de viento, un suspiro de la Madre Naturaleza, ha encendido toda mi carne de una forma literal.

Medio extasiada, he transformado la experiencia en palabras, las he guardado y me he ido a dar una ducha. Me he desnudado del todo. Atraídas por la gravedad, mis minimalistas braguitas blancas se han deslizado lentamente hacia el suelo. Ha sido muy sensual. Excitada como estaba, mi mente las ha sentido lamiendo lascivamente cada curva de mis sedosas piernas. Y cuando al final han aterrizado sobre la alfombra del baño, he podido notar que relucían de alguna manera… como si pequeñas babosillas juguetonas se lo hubieran pasado bomba correteando de fiesta por ahí abajo.


FOTO PERFIL Twitter. Plastificado  I START TO UNDERSTAND WHY I CHOSE THAT GUY TO ILLUSTRATE MY STORIES…

For the holiest tart! Where did he took that illustration from…? Not too long ago, Ms Frosy and I had to deal with that creature, being, bug or whatever you wanna call it (the truth is that I don’t know how to classify it yet) …but whatever it is, we had such a terrible time because of it.

I start to understand why I chose that guy to illustrate my stories… It seems like his mind is somehow connected to Oniria. He must have a backdoor inside his nut or something… or maybe it was I who opened it when I picked him out. I don’t know… I’ll have to investigate. I don’t think my boss will be very happy if I was the one responsible for connecting his mind to Oniria…

https://www.facebook.com/West-Wind-Comics


FOTO PERFIL Twitter. Plastificado EMPIEZO A ENTENDER PORQUE ESCOGÍ A ESE TÍO PARA QUE ILUSTRARA MIS HISTORIAS…

¡Por la furcia sagrada! ¿De dónde habrá sacado esa ilustración…? No hace mucho, Ms Frosy y yo tuvimos que vérnoslas con esa criatura, ente, bicho o como queráis llamarlo (la verdad es que todavía no sé cómo clasificarla)…pero sea lo que sea, esa cosa nos hizo pasar un mal rato de narices.

Empiezo a entender porque escogí a ese tío para que ilustrara mis historias… Parece que su mente está conectada con Oniria de alguna manera. Debe tener una puerta trasera en el coco o algo así… o quizás fui yo quien se la abrió. No lo sé…. Deberé investigarlo. No creo que mi jefa se ponga muy contenta si fui yo la responsable de conectar su mente con Oniria…

https://www.facebook.com/West-Wind-Comics


FOTO PERFIL Twitter. Plastificado A LITTLE BIT MORE ABOUT ME!

I was 23 years old when “abducted” from Utopia. It happened in 2039, so I guess I’m still 23… Although here, in your timeline, theoretically, I haven’t been born yet.

Isn’t that awesome?!

I was born in the city of San New Angeles, in the Utopian State of Pelicans’ Island, which is what was left of California when the world went to hell in 2013… But this happened such a long time ago. So long, that it seems to me like if it was something that happened in another life.

Since my abduction, I’ve been lost in-between dimensions… literally… I’ve been living in a reality out of time and space so fantastic that you wouldn’t dare to imagine. It’s a very odd realm connected to the backdoor of people’s dreams, and since that very moment it became the oneiric home of my mind and a real jail for my senses.

As you can see, I’m some sort of an interdimensional refugee, a world-less girl that wants to feel again. It’s that simple. It’s that weird, yes, and I’ve chosen this earth, your earth, because it’s the most similar to mine that I’ve been able to find around.

I know, it may sound crazy, but it’s real. Believe me. So real that you can find a proof of what I’m saying in the pages of the ‘Oniria Trilogy’ saga. It’s a comic, I won’t lie to you, a graphic-shaped testimony of my latest adventures since, without willing, I “landed” there… Though I feel obliged to warn you, I have to, just in case… you’d better not venture inside its pages if you are not a very open-minded person.

So, reaching this point, I just want to add one more thing:

You are very welcome to join & enjoy my unique world if that’s what you wish…

It will be a pleasure to be your friend, and somehow, also your hostess.

Big Kiss.

Amy.


FOTO PERFIL Twitter. Plastificado ¡UN POQUITO MÁS SOBRE MÍ!

Tenía 23 años cuando fui “arrebatada” de Utopía. Esto ocurría el año 2039, así que imagino que sigo teniendo 23… Aunque aquí, en vuestra corriente temporal, en teoría, todavía no he nacido…

¿¡No es alucinante!?

Nací en la ciudad de San Nuevos Ángeles, en el Estado Utópico de la Isla de los Pelícanos, que es cuanto quedó de California cuando el mundo se fue al infierno en el 2013… Pero esto pasó hace ya mucho tiempo. Tanto que parece como si fuera algo que me sucedió en otra vida.

Desde mi “arrebato”, he estado perdida entre dimensiones… sí, literalmente… He estado viviendo en una realidad fuera del tiempo y el espacio tan fantástica que no os atreveríais a imaginar. Es un reino muy extraño que está conectado a la puerta trasera de los sueños de la gente, y desde ese preciso momento se convirtió en el hogar onírico de mi mente y una auténtica cárcel para mis sentidos.

…Así que, como puedes ver, soy una especie de refugiada inter-dimensional, una chica sin mundo que quiere volver a sentir. Es así de simple. Es así de raro, sí, y he escogido esta tierra, vuestra tierra, porque es lo más parecido a la mía que he encontrado por ahí.

Sé que puede parecer una locura, pero es real. Créeme. Tan real que puedes encontrar una prueba de lo que digo en las páginas de la saga de la “Trilogía de Oniria”. Es un cómic, no te voy a mentir, un testimonio en formato gráfico de mis últimas aventuras desde que, sin querer, “aterricé” allí… Aunque me veo en la obligación de advertirte, debo hacerlo, sólo por si acaso: es mejor que no te aventures en sus páginas si no eres una persona de mente muy abierta.

…Bueno pues, llegados a este punto, sólo me gustaría añadir una cosa más:

Eres muy bienvenid@ a unirte y disfrutar de mi mundo singular si así lo deseas…

Será un placer ser tu amiga, y en cierto modo, también tu anfitriona.

Big Kiss,

Amy.


FOTO PERFIL Twitter. Plastificado  Have a look at this clip, guys! …I’m taking control! No doubt! I’m the VITRUVIAN GIRL!!!


FOTO PERFIL Twitter. Plastificado ¡Echad un vistazo a este clip, chicos! ¡…Estoy tomando el control! ¡No hay duda! ¡Soy la CHICA DE VITRUVIO!!!


FOTO PERFIL Twitter. Plastificado  MY BIRTHDAY! / ¡MI CUMPLEAÑOS!

A day like today at this very year, 2016, I was born in the city of San New Angeles. So I don’t know if I should score 24 or just mile zero. Isn’t that awesome? How they call it? …a temporal paradox, right? …Oh yeah, that’s me!

Since today is my birthday (literally somehow), I indulged myself in a little caprice…

Yes, I know, it’s too dark for me, I use to wear more colorful lingerie… but take a look at the detail…

Yep, a pink little bow! My spirit’s still there 🙂

Super Big Kiss to everybody!

conjunto-lazoconjunto

Tal día como hoy de este mismo año, 2016, nací en la ciudad San Nuevos Ángeles. O sea que no sé si debería anotar 24 o sólo el kilómetro cero. ¿No es de lo más alucinante? ¿Cómo lo llaman? …Una paradoja temporal, ¿verdad? ¡…Oh sí, esa soy yo!

Como que hoy es mi cumpleaños (depende de cómo, literalmente), me he regalado un pequeño capricho…

Sí, lo sé, es demasiado oscuro para mí, yo acostumbro a vestir lencería más colorida… pero echad un vistazo al detalle…

Sip, un lacito rosa! Mi espíritu sigue ahí 🙂

¡Un gran Súper-Beso para todos!


FOTO PERFIL Twitter. Plastificado  An odd conversation / Una extraña conversación

Yesterday, via twitter, I had a really odd conversation with my artist.

Here, I made this sort of transcription:

Ayer, vía twitter, tuve una conversación muy extraña con mi artista.
Aquí tenéis esta especie de transcripción que hice:

FERRAN.- Who are you?

AMY.- You know… I’m Amy.

FERRAN.- You mean Dreamy?

AMY.- Yes, Amy Honeyland. You know me well, Ferran

FERRAN.- No, you are not her? You are some smart ass who is stealing my character. Whenever I find who you are, I will sue you really hard.

AMY.– Relax, sweetheart. I’m not stealing anything. I’m the real thing.

FERRAN.-Don’t bullshit me, you moron! Dreamy is A fiction character. You can’t be her. It’s impossible

AMY.-What a pity. You are so wrong. I’m real…

FERRAN.- More bullshit!

AMY.- How can I convince you?

FERRAN.- You can’t. Dreamy is a product of my imagination and you’re just pretending to be her.

AMY.– I’m no product of your imagination. On the contrary… I know it will be tough for you to assume, but what you call imagination is nothing else than me whispering into your dreams

FERRAN.- Yeah right! Blah, blah, bullshit, blah, blah, bullshit… Do you think I’m out of my mind?

AMY.- No, you are a little upset right now…

FERRAN.- Oh yeah! Much more than that!

AMY.- How can I show you?

FERRAN.- You can’t.

AMY.- …Do you remember the last time you did “dirty” things while thinking of me by night, all alone, in your bed?

FERRAN.- Son of a gun! Don’t play games with me!

AMY,- I’m not playing. I’m just trying to convince you that I‘m real… Do you want me to go public on what you did to me that night?

FERRAN.- Hell!

AMY,- Yes, that’s right. I’d prefer not to walk that path. I remember it was pretty… kinky… It can be pretty uncomfortable for you if I explain it here…

FERRAN.- I don’t know what you are talking about.

AMY.– Oh yes, you know. It was very vivid for you… my little horny devil 😉

FERRAN.-Son of a gun! How do you know that?

AMY.- How many times do I have to tell you? I’m real and I visit your dreams to upload your mind with my experiences…

FERRAN.- Come on!

AMY.– Where do you think your crazy Oniria ideas come from…?

AMY.- Believe me… I’m the one that’s loading your mind.

AMY.- Ferran? …Are you still there?

FERRAN.– What you’re saying is impossible. Do you really think I’m crazy?

AMY.- No, though I thought you were a more open minded guy… at least a little.

FERRAN.- This is crazy… I don’t know why the hell I’m even thinking of doing it… look… let’s do one thing, Amy… or whoever you are… Don’t visit me in dreams from now on and let’s see if I can keep coming up with Oniria ideas on my own…

AMY.– Oh… I see where you go…

FERRAN.- Are you OK with that?

AMY.- Yes, it’s OK with me… But are you sure you wanna play this card?

FERRAN.- Yes, I do. Absolutely. It’s the only way to prove that you are a sham.

AMY.- …you’ll suffer an absolute lack of inspiration…

FERRAN.- This is to be seen yet!

FERRAN.- Come on… Are you OK with that?! Are you vacillating? …confused to see that your lie is coming to an end, right?

AMY.– OK, as you wish… let’s do it… no problem on my side.

FERRAN.– Good!

AMY.- …Write me back when you feel lost and need to go back to normal.

FERRAN.- This won’t happen!

AMY.– Right… Bye, sweetheart! …I’ll miss toying around with your dreams.


FOTO PERFIL Twitter. Plastificado  Una pesadilla fue servida

¡Qué artista más cabezón y difícil que he escogido! Lejos de acabarse, ayer volvió de nuevo a la carga con todas sus inseguridades. Aunque le entiendo de alguna manera. Mi caso es muy difícil de aceptar, es por eso que lo mantuve a “oscuras”, pero esta vez espero haber resuelto esta inconfortable situación de una vez por todas.

Aquí incluyo la conversación que tuvimos: en transcripción y collage, como siempre. Entenderéis qué quiero decir.

FERRAN.- Hey… Are you there?

 

FERRAN.- Come on! Are you there???

 

AMY.- Oh, hi, Ferran! This was fast! Are you convinced now?

FERRAN.- Well… as you mentioned the other day, I stopped having ideas on Oniria. During the whole weekend. Since then I didn’t have a single one, and this really is unusual…

AMY.- See?! I told you.

FERRAN.– wow, wow, wow, stop! Don’t uncork the champagne yet. This can perfectly be some psychosomatic jam. You know, since you told me about it, my subconscious is playing dirty tricks on me.

AMY.- I see… Do you always make everything so complicated, sweetheart?

FERRAN.– Come on, don’t give me that! It’s a real possibility.

AMY.- Complicated & stubborn, what a combination for an artist! Wouldn’t be easier to accept it at once? It’s the plain truth after all.

FERRAN.- I need a final and definitive proof.

AMY.- OK. Whatever you need. What do you have in mind?

FERRAN.- A photo. Send me a real photo.

AMY.- You too?

FERRAN.–  What do you mean?

AMY.- You are not the first one asking me for a real pic.

FERRAN.- I don’t care if I’m the first or the last one…. I didn’t think of it the other day and it certainly will be the final piece of evidence.

AMY.– I don’t feel comfortable mailing photos around.

FERRAN.- Why it doesn’t surprise me?

 

FERRAN.– Still there?

AMY.– Yes.

FERRAN.- And? …You are vacillating again. … Look, if you don’t mail it, this is over.

AMY.– You really think you have the upper hand, right?

FERRAN.- Haven’t I?

AMY.– I can find another artist, you know?

FERRAN.- Would you really do that? That would be a quite troubled path for both of us.

AMY.– OK. No need to go that far.  I’ll send you a pic right now. Privately, though. For your eyes only, and just because you are my artist and I need you to keep drawing. We’ve lost too much time already. We have to keep moving…

FERRAN.– OK. I’m eager to see it.

AMY.- I never imagined you were such a pigheaded & closed-minded guy, honey!

FERRAN.- Come on! Don’t play the offended with me. You’ll get nothing. This whole situation is too crazy. I still think you are a cheater. I just need the final proof.

AMY.- OK, I understand, you’ll have it.

FERRAN.– Great!

AMY.– Super Big Kiss… though you don’ deserve it today. You’ll have a terrible nightmare tonight …I hope you enjoy it.


FOTO PERFIL Twitter. Plastificado  A nightmare was served

What a pigheaded & stubborn artist I chose! Far from being over, yesterday he charged again with all his insecurities. Though I understand him somehow. My case is very difficult to accept, this is why I kept him in the “twilight zone”, but I hope this time I just resolved this uncomfortable situation once and for all.

Here I include the chat we had: transcript and collage, as usual. You’ll understand what I mean.

FERRAN.- Hey… Are you there?

 

FERRAN.- Come on! Are you there???

 

AMY.- Oh, hi, Ferran! This was fast! Are you convinced now?

FERRAN.- Well… as you mentioned the other day, I stopped having ideas on Oniria. During the whole weekend. Since then I didn’t have a single one, and this really is unusual…

AMY.- See?! I told you.

FERRAN.– wow, wow, wow, stop! Don’t uncork the champagne yet. This can perfectly be some psychosomatic jam. You know, since you told me about it, my subconscious is playing dirty tricks on me.

AMY.- I see… Do you always make everything so complicated, sweetheart?

FERRAN.– Come on, don’t give me that! It’s a real possibility.

AMY.- Complicated & stubborn, what a combination for an artist! Wouldn’t be easier to accept it at once? It’s the plain truth after all.

FERRAN.- I need a final and definitive proof.

AMY.- OK. Whatever you need. What do you have in mind?

FERRAN.- A photo. Send me a real photo.

AMY.- You too?

FERRAN.–  What do you mean?

AMY.- You are not the first one asking me for a real pic.

FERRAN.- I don’t care if I’m the first or the last one…. I didn’t think of it the other day and it certainly will be the final piece of evidence.

AMY.– I don’t feel comfortable mailing photos around.

FERRAN.- Why it doesn’t surprise me?

 

FERRAN.– Still there?

AMY.– Yes.

FERRAN.- And? …You are vacillating again. … Look, if you don’t mail it, this is over.

AMY.– You really think you have the upper hand, right?

FERRAN.- Haven’t I?

AMY.– I can find another artist, you know?

FERRAN.- Would you really do that? That would be a quite troubled path for both of us.

AMY.– OK. No need to go that far.  I’ll send you a pic right now. Privately, though. For your eyes only, and just because you are my artist and I need you to keep drawing. We’ve lost too much time already. We have to keep moving…

FERRAN.– OK. I’m eager to see it.

AMY.- I never imagined you were such a pigheaded & closed-minded guy, honey!

FERRAN.- Come on! Don’t play the offended with me. You’ll get nothing. This whole situation is too crazy. I still think you are a cheater. I just need the final proof.

AMY.- OK, I understand, you’ll have it.

FERRAN.– Great!

AMY.– Super Big Kiss… though you don’ deserve it today. You’ll have a terrible nightmare tonight …I hope you enjoy it.


FOTO PERFIL Twitter. Plastificado  I’m happy now / Ahora estoy feliz

 

Yesterday I had a new twitter-chat with my artist. I’m happy now. The river’s back to its bed. Everything is finally back to normal.

Here you have the transcription:


Ayer tuve una nueva twitter-charla con mi artista. Ahora estoy feliz. El rio ha vuelto a su lecho. Todo ha vuelto finalmente a la normalidad.

Aquí tenéis la transcripción:


AMY.- Hey, Ferran! It’s been a while…

FERRAN.- Yes.

AMY.- Did you receive my pictures?

FERRAN.- Yes I did… and something else…

AMY.- Something else? I don’t get it…

FERRAN.- The last time we chatted, you promised me a nightmare, remember? …that night I woke up all the sudden covered in sweat and screaming like a brat. What you did to me?

AMY.- Oops, that! It’s true! …And you don’t recall even a bit about the nightmare?

FERRAN.- No. I don’t use to remember my dreams when I wake up.

AMY.- That’s funny… you are not aware of your dreams but when you are awake you have all those ideas and images populating your mind, right?

FERRAN.- Yes, that’s the way it is.

AMY.- Hummm… how odd. You certainly are a case to study… but not now… Let me go right to the point, Ferran …Are you finally convinced? Did the pictures work for you?

FERRAN.- Yes… Absolutely. But I’m afraid you already know that.

AMY.- Why do you say so…?

FERRAN.- Well… by just receiving your pics, ideas on Oniria started flowing back into my mind. So, I guess you were aware somehow.

AMY.- Yes, it’s true… You are smart.

FERRAN.-  No. You are completely wrong. I’m an idiot… for thinking all this time that you were a creation of mine and not the contrary.

AMY.- Don’t be so tough with yourself, Ferran. This is not an easy situation.

FERRAN.- You are completely right… This is no easy one. It’s really tough for me to accept that my imagination is not mine, that it doesn’t belong to me anymore, that never belonged to me. That my ideas are being dictated to me by some other person… Because you are a person, right?

AMY.- Of course I am a person! Don’t be silly.

FERRAN.- Silly or not, it’s really difficult for me as an artist to assume that I don’t create anything. That I’m a simple transmitter; two hands that draw the ideas and visuals you leave in my mind.

AMY.- But this doesn’t mean that you aren’t a talented artist. Not even trying for one hundred years, I would be able to do what you do on paper.

FERRAN.- Well… thanks, but this doesn’t erase this feeling I have of being some piece of dirty rag… I feel a little used on this side, you know?

AMY.- I understand, but don’t take it like this, boy… If you wouldn’t have known that I exist, nothing would have changed for you. Consider it from this point of view.

FERRAN.- That’s impossible. I can’t. Now I know that you are real.

AMY.- I see… look… the same way I give you ideas, I can make you forget about me. It’s simple. I can do it tonight while you sleep if you wish… You are gonna keep drawing my Oniria stuff without knowing about me. Like at the very beginning… It’s not gonna hurt you at all…
AMY.- Ferran…? Still there?

FERRAN.- No… You are wrong again… It will hurt me, somehow, now that I know that you are real. I know that.  …Being conscious of your existence is a far more powerful idea than considering myself your creator, I guess…

AMY.- WOW! Not everybody would be ready to accept such a thing. You are really open-minded, Ferran… and very brave.

FERRAN.- Oh, come on. No bravery here whatsoever.

AMY.- Oh, yes, there is… Most people will think that you are crazy just by accepting all this situation, just by openly saying what you are saying right now.

FERRAN.- I don’t care much on what most people think of me.

AMY.- I know that.

FERRAN.- …Do you know? It’s difficult to accept… but, instead of feeling bad, I’m feeling very lucky…

AMY.- Why do you say so?

FERRAN.- Because you chose me.

AMY.- What?

FERRAN.- Why did you choose me to illustrate your story when there are millions of artists out there much better than me?

AMY.- Why are you always so tough with yourself, boy?

FERRAN.- I asked first.

AMY.- OK… you are right… The answer is a little too weird… You wouldn’t get it.

FERRAN.- Weirder than you being the origin of my inspiration?

AMY.- Damn! You’re right again! …OK, here it goes… I chose you because of your star.

FERRAN.- What star?

AMY.- I told you…

FERRAN.- What star?

AMY.- It’s true, you are stubborn. I forgot about it…. let’s see… how to explain it… There is this place in Oniria, where when people dream, their minds shine like stars amid the colorful void. Every single star is unique and shines in its own peculiar way… Yours was very warm and intense and I felt it very close to me… That’s why. I chose your star previous to knowing you.

FERRAN.- Well… that makes a lot of sense. My star cheated you… I didn’t understand very well why someone like you chose a guy like me.

AMY.- Here you go again! You can’t stop kicking your butt for a moment, right? I didn’t’ pick the star of a loser.

FERRAN.- Oh, well… whatever you say.

AMY.- You always get on my nerves with this negative attitude of yours. What’s wrong with you?

FERRAN.- Whatever… thanks, though, for having me in such good consideration.

AMY.- Yes, whatever! Let’s leave it here now… or I’ll start kicking your butt too.

FERRAN.- Amy?

FERRAN.- Are you there?

FERRAN.- Amy….?
AMY.-  Ferran? Still there?

FERRAN.- Yes… Hey! …I wanted to ask you something else and you left me on some sort of a hold…

AMY.- I know… Did you change your attitude, boy?

FERRAN.- Yes… well, I don’t know… I’ll try my best…

AMY.- Good. I’m glad… What did you wanna ask me, sweetheart?

FERRAN.- It’s nothing important. It’s just a trifle…

AMY.-  I love trifles.

FERRAN.- OK… In the pictures you sent me, your hair is straighter that I imagined it… less curly, we can say…

AMY.- Well, yes, after Xmas I cut it down a little & straightened it. My Onirian curly mane is pretty uncomfortable here. You know, too long to handle… and besides, I was also craving for a change of look.

FERRAN.- All right, I understand… So, should I draw you with this straighter hair from now on?

AMY.- Not necessarily…  You should draw me as you wish. Whatever way you see me in your mind. Follow your imagination. You are the artist after all.

FERRAN.- You mean my muse? … should I follow my muse?

AMY.- Well, yes… It’s a nice way to put it. But every artist needs a muse, right? 🙂

FERRAN.- Maybe. Who knows… that’s a “theory” that’s been going around the world for a long time.

AMY.- You don’t believe it’s true?

FERRAN.- Well, I do believe it now… somehow… though my role changed dramatically with this new formula.

AMY.- What do you mean?

FERRAN.- That the simple fact of meeting you has been a real lesson in humility, I guess.

AMY.- Brave, I told you… You are a such sweetheart.

FERRAN.- I don’t know… I don’t know much right now. You just shook my world to its very basement.

AMY.- It’s very usual in me… 🙂  …Look, I’m very glad you finally assumed it. You don’t know how happy I am.  Look at it this way… You made me veeeeery happy. You are my white armor errant knight from now on.

FERRAN.- Yeah, right! …You are too nice… too nice and too real.

AMY.- Is that an irony? The real part…

FERRAN.- I’m afraid so…

AMY.- Ha, ha, ha… I love when you make fun of your fatalistic vein.

FERRAN.- Thanks… I love making you laugh. I just discovered it…

AMY.- Bye, sweetheart… See you tonight.

FERRAN.- I can’t wait to fall asleep.

AMY.- Ha, ha, ha… How cute! Here you have a Super Big Kiss in advance 😉

FERRAN.- 🙂


 

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