Our View

  We both agreed that it’s the little things that really matter.  Gabriela A Tejada   Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise. Advertisements

Living

  You held my hand as we hiked our way to the top, told me to trust you I was nervous but excited. you held me close as I admired the view I completely let go and lost my breath in its beauty. There is somuch that we take for granted because we can’t disconnect…

My Favorite Weather

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F Train ( Years Later)

  Tonight she’s on the F train. Surrounded by strangers. Tired faces and smells she wouldn’t be able to describe. Looking around at their faces she sees their story. The frustrations of everyday struggles and hustle, the rush to get to point Z from point A. I look around and I find my reflection staring back…

I left my Heart in Montréal

      I left that Thursday night expecting nothing yet came back with everything but my heart. When you least expect it, it finds you.   Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise.

One Night Two People Our Sunset

Through the Maze of life, I choose to get lost in you.   Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise.

El Comienzo de un Amor

Todo en la vida no es color rosa, pero para que viver en un mundo que es un solo colour? Yo te doy todos los colores del universe, y de ti nada mas piedo tu Corazon. Gabriela A Tejada   Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise.  

Cosmic Collision

He paints me every night, our own version of the starry night, made out of my cries of passion and moon shaped scars of desire softly connecting the swirling red galactic marks left on my body to create the constellation titled ‘devotion’ planet of two uninhabitable by all creators us two. he sings to me…

Hyperthermia

I’m scared to fall in love again. I’m terrified of free falling into the red abyss of vulnerability and acceptance. The thought of allowing you in while I’m still trying to see through my cracked heart hurts prematurely maybe it will never hurt but the phantom-like waves of drowning wash over me as my body…