A different way to see the new world…!

A drop is looking down from the sky to a man who is desperately looking for love. The drop decides to fall and gives him little refreshment, to bring hope back to his life. As soon the drop reaches his heart it will make his dream “confusing…,” like a storm. A heavy shower of water falls onto a dry and yet humid road, in slow motion and silent sped. Acoustic rhythms are colliding with the arid pavement. These drops fall little by little, increasing in quantity and density. A storm is coming. The intensity of the drops makes him feel as if he is already wet…as if he is in a womb, and this woman is about to give birth. As he feels this anxiety, he desperately hopes that this drizzle of water, which now turned into rain, stops. He has a feeling of impotence, as if he was put on a certain route against his will...as if some strange force put him in the middle of this. It is a confusing route, but a very precise one. Everywhere he looks he can only see these constant drops of water…falling over and over again. ANGEL is the man who is looking for love. He is standing in the middle of the road and this sensation brings hope and he feels it.
TRICKLE is a fascinating trip of love with a poetic fragrance.

Angel goes through this sensation of knowing that he is alone because he wants to, his body feels like it, and his heart admits it. He gets a weird sensation when he feels that he is dominating everything and that this peace that he feels is coming from inside of him and he agrees with it. It is a weird sensation that he has to deal with when what he wants is to hug someone and not feel extremely alone, like he feels now without knowing what to do…just to be somewhere alone and wanting to believe in it…sometimes he sheds a few tears searching for…an expectation. 
He sometimes can't handle it, feeling like he has everything, like he has to be thankful for everything that comes to him and accept it, but at the same time it kills him, to know that in the other room there are two people hugging each other and kissing, having fun, and he is there with nothing but himself. All begins and ends with refreshment, makes him understand the power to know how to be patient…till the technology gets into his hands and receives and e-mail in a form of a poem.

EMAIL #1: THE BEGINNING

 "My niño bonito, I don't know how to begin this mail. I already got your picture, and you are encamablemente riquísimo, if that is what you want to hear, you got it, so handsome, I can tell you, you have a soft and bad boy face. Your damned face tells me that you will make me suffer. I was willing to go to Los Angeles to see you…but you made me afraid, because I like you, and the doubt that I have now is if you will like me, and that's why I didn't call you…I'm going to be very honest with you, I'm going to LA, but I don't want you to tell me that you want to see me, because I think I will not have time to do anything else and I can't say no to you, so please…please, don't ask me…My beautiful boy, mi niño bomba, I want you to know that if we haven't known each other in 30 years, we don't need to accelerate time now, you know I have thought about you, but before knowing you in person, I would like to know you, how you are on the inside, what you think, what you like, what you don't like, I would love to know more about you…”

EMAIL #2: TWO MONTHS LATER

 "I think that if we know each other before our first meeting it will be more special, don't you think If destiny wants us to meet, we will, but we have to give it time. I hope I don’t let you down, but I am Texan and also a little bit old fashioned in many ways. Besides I'm not looking forward to going to bed with you right away. I like you and…I just want you to give me time, and like people say now, what has to happen will happen. You are accustomed to a very fast paced life in LA and I'm not; you are more liberal, just give me time to assimilate these things. If you wait for me, the rest is not important. I was thinking a lot about you, yesterday and the day before yesterday, and today, there is not a moment in which I do not fantasize about you, but now I'm vicious papi. But the way I love it when you call me papi, my Angel from Los Angeles, my niño bonito, I imagine that we fly above the universe, next to the stars, where other worlds exist, that we have the power to change the rivers and the mountains, without carrying a suitcase, and this time its just us. Angelito, I want to know where you are when I don't hear from you, I want to know when I'm going to capture you, I want to give you everything…”

EMAIL #3: BEFORE THE #4

“I know I can plan to be alone, but being alone created a big hole in my chest asking for warmth. My mission is to get you now. You have the key that opens the illusion. I don't understand why the force of destiny sometimes wants to separate people in love, and I think the magic of this is born from the distance, so well I must walk the streets alone, even though my boots are pointing at you…and I feel free being naked, I just can't believe that you are not here with me now…or are you? I feel that your soul is with me all the time, but is your body…Now a very big besote for my bomba boy, TEXIN...”

This is the beginning of this fascinating road called TRICKLE…a different way to present the new world…keeping the romanticism alive.