The Romantic Runner

A caloric bomb explodes in a store on my right. Belgian fries, deadly ice creams… A sign says: “Everything Made with Love”. Enemy propaganda. Keep running.

Story and Photos by By Icarus Blake -

Starting line at the painted hydrant. My heart is at eighty beats per minute. I hit ‘play’ and begin the run.

Painted fire hydrant Photo ©Icarus Blake

Alma mía, sola siempre sola, sin que nadie comprenda tu sufrimiento, tu horrible padecer, fingiendo una existencia siempre llena de dicha y de placer…
(Oh soul of mine, always alone, no one understands your suffering, your horrible pain, faking a life full of bliss and pleasures…)

(Alma Mia – Luz Casal)

Mission rebels and water spirits flash on my left from the bookstore. Am I running in fake bliss? What about the sweet redhead I’m passing on the right? She must be happy with hair so bright. “EAT ME” says a gigantic dog above my head. Is that what would make you happy? But…

Street scenes Photo ©Icarus Blake

A dónde va nuestro amor? Si cada día se va muriendo la flor de tu agonía…
(Where is our love going? If the flower of your agony dies every day?)

(A Dónde Va Nuestro Amor? – Luz Casal)

Heart is at one hundred twenty beats per minute and steady. Do I have a love that can go somewhere? A caloric bomb explodes in a store on my right. Belgian fries, deadly ice creams… A sign says: “Everything Made with Love”. Enemy propaganda. Keep running. There is no love in fat food. Only pleasure.

Caloric bomb Photo ©Icarus Blake

“Cause, baby, I’m a fool who thinks it’s cool to fall… Baby, I’m a fool who thinks it’s cool to fall… And I would never tell if you became a fool and fell in love.”
(Baby I’m a fool – Melody Gardot)

Up the pace and get away from the fool in love thing. That shit is dangerous. Rooster 822 is king of the wall. More roosters a few steps later, ripped from the wall. A broken line of text: “I’d rather kiss… than eat your…”. Here is the filling the gap sequence, you choose. Ass, lips, dick, sorrow, pizza, love, words, face…

Roosters Photo ©Icarus Blake

“I need a hand with my worrisome heart. I would be lucky to find me a man, who could love me the way that I am, with this here worrisome heart.”
(Worrisome Heart – Melody Gardot)

My heart worries alright. One hundred forty beats per minute and rising. The fish monsters look down from the beer truck. Fish pictures are all we’ll have left to eat one day. That’ll get my weight down. The Puerto Rican piragua man is bent on making love potions out of funny old bottles.

Beer and piraguas Photo ©Icarus Blake

“You know I can’t stand it, you’re runnin’ around. You know better daddy, I can’t stand it cause you put me down. Yeah, Yeah, I put a spell on you, because you’re mine. You’re mine.”
(I Put a Spell on You – Nina Simone)

Love spells. Jackie Vera smiles from a paper stuck in the windshield. Actress, model and entrepreneur… She does it all. Only the beauty of an old Triumph motorcycle makes me forget Jackie Vera’s sweet curves. Something like a graffiti church flashes from the left, I must be wrong. Keep running. Fellow runner bent down puking? I’m getting mixed messages here.

Street scenes Photo ©Icarus Blake

“I never meant to cause you any sorrow. I never meant to cause you any pain. I only wanted to one time see you laughing, I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain. Purple rain, purple rain.”
(Purple Rain – Urselle)

A chained bike mash or my chain of thoughts? Same thing. Ok, this zone thing while you run equals hallucinations, visual aberrations. A wall, a window, a bus stop. Three fast messages in a sequence. The future is unwritten. The shape of lies. Live big. There you go now, it all makes perfect sense.

Chains Photo ©Icarus Blake

“Maybe fate, maybe reason, made you fall from the sky. Like the tide, like the seasons, ever changing, you and I. So where do you go when worry takes you? Where do you go when somebody makes you cry?”
(Amalia – Melody Gardot)

You go running. That’s where you go to let your heart loose through the magic streets of this romantic town. Eighty beats per minute and dropping.

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3 Responses to “The Romantic Runner”

  1. ebru says:

    would be great to read more of your running heart…smooth jazzy beat…

  2. gaya says:

    I love you Romantic Runner. Thsi is so cool. I feel the same when I run