You do your work as a photographer and everything becomes past. Words are more like thoughts; the photographer’s picture is always surrounded by a kind of romantic glamor – no matter what you do, and how you twist it. – Robert Frank

la vida de tes nuits

Mike (thats me!) is having his first show ever tomorrow, with my amazing friend Will Kinser, in lovely northern Oakland at 1234Go! on 40th at Webster. If you are around, I’d love to see you there.

Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live.


I was made with a heart of stone to be broken With one hard blow

mi corazón

a whole lot of i don’t knows, trying to fight off the i don’t cares.

endless summer

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” -Anaïs Nin

Il faudra bien qu’un jour tout change

Gentes ignorantes que antes nos tenían miedo cogen confianzas que nunca les dimos Cobardes, que van de valientes hablando de nosotros mal ante la gente Creéis que todo tiene un límite así estais todos limitados Cuidado (cuidado) os avisamos, somos los mismos, que cuando empezamos… Gentes ignorantes que antes nos tenían miedo cogen confianzas que nunca les dimos Cobardes, que van de valientes hablando de nosotros mal ante la gente Vuestro entorno huele a podrido, vuestras palabras son ladridos Cuidado (cuidado) os avisamos somos los mismos que cuando empezamos…

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