I Bi Za Crazy, Hombre.

Some vids I shot during my lovely lil week in Ibiza (properly pronounced Ibeetha).

The locals are a friendly mix of nationalities, all the menus are in at least four different languages, and the beaches are more beautiful than your eyes can comprehend.



Though I came a month before the PARTY season began, I still managed to find my way into an unbelievable time my first night there.
I'm glad God blessed me with gonads (metaphorically speaking, of course).



I pimped the Euro ass. Three lads, and only one me.

Butterfly

When its grey outside,
and midday seems like dusk,
vibrant images settle in my lap,
floating
like fall leaves that have outlived their stay.
Comfort creeps softly, as she whispers windy hymns
welcoming a silent void to feel warm currents again.

Vivid pulses,
too transparent to grasp.
Brilliant butterfly,
heavenly body finding death too fast.
Can’t just stick me in your pocket, or stuff me in a safe, and lock it.
Only these memories, do you own,
and even with time
those fade.