Abroad.

My ideas have vanished. I guess you need to escape, undergo new experiences, when you are young and wild. And they are so tender, so naive... you know what I mean.

They´re living in London, undressed, plotting revolutionary plans for us. They escaped from my paralysis, decided to search a new and different way to understand our world.

There´re clouds and stormy people there. Who knows: maybe my ideas may find open doors in this place too, more and more words to draw solutions, keys to enlighten me and open my mind.

Yes: this is happening there, in London, with one million words in English flying away in the air, far from me.

My ideas were bored here, at home. And they left my neighbourhood, my way of dreaming in Spanish, my present.

Now they are trying to think alone, abroad, in English. Let´s see.