Card tricks

Arbitrariedas de la vida de un mago…

Cambias una carta por otra / te roban el celular / cantas / alientas / sudas / no paras de gritar / escuchas los gritos de otras personas / caras de sorpresa / alcohol / tabaco / risas / sonrisas / fotografias / flashes / amigos / facebook / buscas un celular nuevo / rpm / mensajes de internet / cambiar el nick / apareces una carta del aire / haces girar esa carta sobre tu dedo / la levitas / la quemas / aparece en tu bolsillo / desaparece / lees / estudias / control de lectura / PUTO control de lectura / te quema la garganta / tomas jugo helado / sufres y sientes placer al mismo tiempo / … / … / … / ///

Dónde quedó el hedonismo?

Inside a juice box

“I’ll snap my fingers and as soons as you hear’em, you’ll feel yourself getting smaller and then your soul going into this very juice box”. As I was understanding what the magician had said, he had already snapped his fingers and I was feeling like all my dreams could be kept in a fucking wrist… I felt so miserable… I was about to start crying and then I heard: “Sir, they don’t want to believe, but what you saw you have to trust. Please give Rob a big round of applause.”

Since then I only drink water…

Paloma

beLIEve

I still don’t get why sometimes some people do admit their feelings with their closests friends and conspire within the intimacy of a deliberate wink in the precise moment.

What does it mean when someone tells you that loves you, but it’s still not in love with you? or when having an ice-cream (the most delicious dessert ever invented) a friend tells you that whether you end up sharing a relationship with the person of the question above, he/she has already made a bet on it? And what’s worse… a fucking bet when he/she cannot lose. Are you fucking joking with me?

No, no, no… We are just getting clever and whatever it means, I’m just trying to catch up my actions, feelings and my mind, and although I believe, there will always be a lie in believe…

* beLIEve *

And it’s a reality in magic… you believe a lie, because it reminds you how well (or bad) it feels getting real astonishment and pure sensations with simple ilussions.

I wonder if I will feel a magical sensation caused with and endless ilussion… with you.

Of couse there’s an obstacle to make this thing worth it and it is that you still don’t want to know I’m fucking serious ’bout it…

be-LIE-ve

Breakpoint

I ought to start thinking again…

A Mind Beside Itself I [AM thoughts...]

He turned back… nobody was behind him. He was alone as he had always been. His fauxhawk hairstyle was too fancy in that creepy and condemnable situation: he had lost his favourite and only hat and the girl he runned away from had still in her left hand that signed ten of hearts. He knew it.

As he was recovering from the run he couldn’t stop asking himself why he forced his favourite card and why he made her sign that black-backed ten of hearts and suddenly the answer appeared in his head. She told him her name some days before and he couldn’t remember it. How could he possibly know more than 100 ways of revealing a card (of which only 10 where the ones he commonly used) and not remember this girl’s (in which he was interested) name?

Why was he so afraid of showing her a fucking magic trick he had practiced for some months now? He knew that trick couldn’t fail. Every single technique, misdirection, word and timing was well practiced. What could possibly go wrong? Every detail was on his control (or so he thought).

This brainstorming moment lasted for a couple of minutes, but in his mind it had lasted some hours and he returned to reality as soon as he realised a gentle rainwater drop hit his right cheek. “What the…?” Turned slowly his head to the sky and saw a bunch of depressed-coloured clouds and he felt it: her right hand in his left shoulder. He turned around and their eyes crossed for a second… He slowly approached to her face, to her arms, to her skin and started this magical fusion of two souls in four arms and one hug… but she vanished…

“God damn it!” He murmured while the signed ten of hearts was falling off from a hand-shaped cloud of smoke…