"You can’t see the sea from my window.

From my window I see dogs, great and small,

People in their Sunday best

and shoes scuffed on the wall.

From my window I leap,

Scream at the floor, fall silent and weep.

From my window I reach out to the heavens

In colours green, yellow, red and blue.


I see lights

Wrapped in greys and whites

And also beautiful women,

With long legs and sad faces.

From my window I see the future and its fearful hue

I see a broken arch and a lost shoe

From my window I let my memories fly away

And I float out with them

Amidst the spring and the peace of the day.


From my window I dive into deep water

I come out, go down, 

Up and down where the dark waters drain.

Like a suggestible balloon,

Thrall to the whims of the weather vane. 


From my window I see wires

Which were once roads, paths and toil

From my window I see the world, mist,

Sin’s recoil


I look back at the curved floor.


From my window…."



"Daisy sale del trabajo"

"El trabajo de Ana"


"La rampa"


"Retrato cercano"

"Madrid Legs"

"Puente aéreo"

"Cárcel de cristal"


"Fuera del círculo"

"El sitio de Caligari" © Guillermo Asián

"El poder de tu sombra"

"Las palabras se las lleva..."

"El auto del señor Man"

"Madrid uno de enero"

"Amor en el árbol"