Sweet Talker

Hiya! Spanish is not my first language, but this song is something different. I don’t fully understand what Bad Bunny is singing about, but I love it. Here is something that I wrote based on this song, and the vibe it gave me. Hope you enjoy it xx 

She was standing still, wearing black beach dress, wind playing with loose material, making it fly everywhere as the same as her hair, feet buried deep in the sand.  

It was an image that you would want to portrait on canvas.  

It was a picture of freedom.

It was the view you would want to look at, over and over again. 

The ocean in front of her, was playing a sweet symphony of waves crashing against the shore. The blue sky, changing shades into honey-ish yellow, with a big ball of creamy light bulb in the middle, that was the sun. 

She slowly closed her eyes, letting that relaxing feeling sink in. Letting it sink in underneath her own skin. 

Letting it sink deep in the memory. 

The feeling.    

To him, the view was a masterpiece. 

He wanted to touch her soft skin in front of the sunset. In front of the ocean. 

But he was scared that he might destroy the peacefulness of it all. He was scared that he might disturb her possible private moment, where she wanted to be alone and enjoy it all by herself. 

She felt a gaze on herself. She knew who it was. She knew that he wanted to come close, but was scared. 

He kept his eyes on her. Suddenly she looked over her shoulder. Their eyes met. The look she gave, could kill, how intimidating, attractive, but at the same time loving and appreciating it was, towards him. 

It was personal.

He knew that if there was a crowd surrounding them, she wouldn’t be looking like that at anyone else, only at him. He was happy. He was safe. 

Those eyes let him know, he was allowed to come closer. He was allowed to be surrounded in her presence, even though he is surrounded every day by the beauty of those hazel eyes. 

Every second, slow steps were taken closer and closer. 

Finally he was standing beside her, his hand reaching for hers. Fingertips send electricity through their bodies, when their skins touch. 

Once they get used to the feeling, he slowly slides his hand down to her palm, to intertwine their fingers.

When they do they look into each other, and without any words spoken, they let each other know how much appreciated the shared moment is. How much they appreciate each other. How much they appreciate their affection, their passion.

Their love. 

They were standing still, fingers intertwined and feet deep in the sand. 

The wind brushing through both of their hair and making their clothes fly everywhere, messing up their appearance.

A symphony of waves beating against the shore playing softly in the back of their surroundings. The view of the ocean and the sun meeting towards the horizon, was their background.      

The view was a masterpiece of freedom. The masterpiece was appreciated.

Now, they realise that this is how they imagined paradise. In the middle of domestic dancefloor, wearing oversized shirts and baggy pants, barefoot. Hairs messy.

This is the story they are going to tell their future children, while explaining what love is. The comforting silence, the hands, that feel like home, the presence, that feels like heaven and the heartbeats that beat as one.

Even if the night is ending and the neighbourhood falls asleep, that is when the magic arises with a simple ‘Can I ask you to have this dance with me?’

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Leaving in the middle of the day and coming back home with the first ray of sunshine.

These kind of days meant everything to them.

Young, wild and free.

Sneaking from their parents houses to spend more time doing something that most likely would get them in trouble.

Running through the streets, chasing each other, knocking the strangers down.

Driving around town, with beers in their hands, while being seventeen.

Getting crazy in the parking lots, with the carts stolen from the mall, or even going with it around town.

There were no red lights stopping them.

A stranger would say that they didn't belong in this world.

That's who they were – rebelous kids.

But who are they to jugde?

In the middle of the whole world going crazy, they were the ones being sane.

Being together, supporting and looking after each other.

Being the shoulder to cry on after a hard break-up. Cheering after first kiss.

Making fun of being in love.

Surviving each other's problems, hard times, bad lucks as if it was each of their own.

It was not the relationship, that normal people would call friendship.

It was the bond that only death could break.

Saying goodbye to the day, with a setting sun across the horizon. With the music blasting through the speakers, singing along to the songs that will carry so much memories along with each word. Each line.

They were frozen in the moment, while the rest of the world was speeding in fast forward.

The time was non-existant.

They - rebelous kids.

Hi there! 

It’s been a really long time since my last ‘’activities’’ here on this blog. And a lot had happened. This was created, what... like seven years ago, now I’m 22, I graduated from college, got a job...but still come back here to find some kind of relief in those images that I repost.

But going through these years I got lost and found myself spiritually, and got to know myself better, even tho there are still many things that I need to figure out about myself which makes me scared, but hopeful. One thing that I figured out is that I love writing, creating and communicating. And these is one of the many reasons why I am writing everything down, and here. Maybe some of you will read this from the beginning till the end, maybe some people will only read the title, maybe no one will read it. But still... I am trying. 

This is the first time that I am writing something on this blog, besides my typical caption ‘’sweet and sad teen”. This was created to represent how I was feeling at one point in my life. It seemed like I fell in the dark hole, where the only solution was not even a solution. There are times when I want to cry, to disappear, to isolate myself from this world in some corner that nobody knows about. And I have found it through typing and communicating with people who feel the same way. I want to talk to people with whom I might share something in common. I want to write for everyone who might find my spilled words interesting. I want to write, because I want to give something to the world. 

That’s how I came up with this idea, to write my thoughts here on the ‘’Sweet Talker” Tumblr blog. I want to find someone with whom I can share something. And I hope I will find some people who will enjoy this type of communication, or find my thoughts displayed here interesting. 

If you want to talk to someone, I am always here. 

Don’t be afraid to write to me. 

Yours faithfully,