Dare: Describe men as they describe women in poems.

Mexican, Spaniard, Lebanese, quite contrasting but alike.

Men, men, men: Libras, Leos, Virgos, Pisces and Geminis

Fire, water, air and sand,

Midnight walks while being friends with architecture, beach volleyball, tapas and long nights.

Men, men, men: 

Brown, blue, black and hazel eyes.

Power, peace, poise, adventure and spicy fights!

Tongue, cologne, beer, wine, capoeira, languages, samba and Brazilian flights.

I hear music: drums playing, a singing voice and bass.

Men, men, men: 

Politics, Carolina Herrera, nihilism, Isabel Allende, magic, sensualism, science and arts.

Moon, darkness, sun and light!

Inspiration all around, 

Dan Marino, John Lydon, Eduardo del Río, Santiago Calatrava, Oscar Wilde, Niccolo Machiavelli, Friedrich Nietzsche, Eric Prydz and my treasured Auguste Rodin.

The son, the boyfriend, the husband, the dad, the friend, the grandpa, all beautiful inside.

Stories of Platonic Love

Once upon a time, there was a 14-year-old girl who woke up one day from a dream, and the consequence was love. She fell in love in a dream, and it felt real for months. This boy was gorgeous, smart, spiritual but he wouldn't look at her (me) as she saw him.  I moved on quickly anyway.

¿Cómo podía ser posible enamorarse después de soñar? Bueno, pues eso volvió a suceder. I was 20 years old and once again, I woke up felling in love, but this time, with a girl.  She was my boss probably in her 30's and I had met her about a month earlier.  She was super sweet, smart, and was filled with patience, such a great attribute (One I lack)! But it just happened.  It was nothing sexual at all, just pure admiration, but I felt the butterflies in my stomach and it would make me happy to think about her.   It was confusing, I was as confused as I felt when I fell in love with a boy at 13 for the first time,  it was all new!  It didn't last long, since I stopped seeing her soon after.

A few years later I didn't wake up from a dream in love again, It just happened slowly, with another girl. After seeing her quite often, I started to feel attracted to her, her beauty was hard to describe: her long curly hair, sweet eyes, lips, her personality...  I was infatuated. And even though I was attracted to her appearance, it still wouldn't be more than that for me. 

I think I fit the Sensualist archetype from Robert Green's The Art of Seduction, described as someone deeply in touch with sensation, beauty, atmosphere, smells, touch, and pleasure.  Basically, I enjoy beauty wherever I find it, and I love to contemplate it. 

Even though I´ve had these experiences, I would still describe me as straight because I've never wanted more than to admire beauty, just a simple platonic love.   Has this ever happened to you?  ¡En fin! Random life memories.

The Bather