Conceived in the silence of the fields in December 1965. Next to his 4 brothers in Barcelona, he was dedicated to kill ants to pass the years. I really don't know how his childhood was like…David still has not learned to carry a flowed conversation, specially when he is that tall... egomaniac as the leon he is, gifted with talent, immature, passionate, magic hands…Keeping brushstrokes for many years, while working as a graphic designer.

Of his loves, I just remember Spain, the sea, music, companionship, open chest, abandonment, scars, gray, distance, mirrors, tears, partner, king lip, happiness. And there they are, stopped in the time, stammering memories…

His refuge for the past years has been Miami, next to the Everglades and the sky, pink shrimp, coffee with milk, el mañanero, the humidity of the winds, eternal silence, restless moon, fears… For the last years, David has not been counting stones…just counting crows.

"her Majesty the Queen of Carlilandia"