Make your own vertical garden

Why Not Recycling?, by Miguel Tabernero

Broadstairs 2014

Broadstairs 2013

Composition - Car Journey

He closes his eyes when the dust cloud bites his face. “It would have been much faster if you took the mountain tracks” he hears in his head, like a punishment for his bad decisions. The nearly dead bushes dance to the wind’s rhythm under the sunshine in the dusty desert where a snail of tractor tracks? cut through the mountains.

The motorbike breaks the natural aspect of the open field as the wheels cut the land. The blue pieces of the motorbike’s body turn brown while mud starts to eat away at the youth of the vehicle. The pair of jeans and leather jacket of the driver get more and more worn, and the city style helmet gets punished by the dust and insects.

No skyscrapers, but only tall trees in sight; no smoke or fog, but only dust. Nothing like the big cities that he used to live in. The motor on the bike roars as its driver pulls the accelerator pedal with an impatient rage. “I don’t like cross-country” was all he could say.

The mountains stared the sky as the sun falls long and far away. The mirror-like surface of the lake makes all of red landscape hotter. The random placed bushes and trees give a green point to the painting. The black breath of the motorbike breaks the monotony of inhabitation.

One white house appears between the mountains as the tail end of a village. The road becomes cut as the motorbike runs straight to his destiny. A little mole appears in middle of the path finding a nasty end.

Some kids playing cards says hello to a black suited man in the entrance of the village. This man with a brown folder is in a sea of rural life. A sea where the man looks like an urban island, where the driver can hide and survive in this entire rural world that he hates.

How to Reuse Oil, by Sofía Giaquinta

Composition - disappointment

It is a warm afternoon in Rome, Italy. The sun is starting to hide behind the gigantic buildings of the city. While its natural light fades, the streetlights start to awake of their daydream, covering everything with their artificial light. Following the path of the streetlights we reach to a wide road where cars are going through, without noticing that the day is coming to an end. 

In the middle of that road, a dark blue car is waiting for the traffic light to change color. Inside that car, we find Giovanni and Sara. They are starting their relationship, their night plan is going to a pizzeria, having some chatting and lately enjoying  the Roman night together. He is looking to the road, she is looking at him. Dark hair, blue eyes and one of the most beautiful smiles she has ever seen.  The traffic light turns to green color and the car starts his journey again.

Giovanni drives quickly, however not in a reckless way. The buildings on both sides of the road, rush while they pass. However, Sara’s face changes. The car has passed next to a small street, from where you could see a red building, highlighting over the others. Suddenly, she remembers…

Paul was her last boyfriend, actually the last and the only. He lived in that building and she knew perfectly every nook of his small flat as well as that street. Street that now seemed lightless for her, since that cold night. It was Thursday and Paul had invited her to a well-known restaurant of the city. However, she had had to ignore his proposal because the following day Sara had a very important exam, and she had to study during  the whole night. Paul did not matter and he accompanied her home. He told her that he was going to go to a well-known discotheque in Rome with some friends and then he kissed her as a farewell.

Some hours later Sara had ended with her study. She knew everything perfectly. When she was going to go to bed, she decided to give a little surprise to Paul. She took her car and went to the discotheque, looking for him. When she reached it, she met Francesco, the doorkeeper of the discotheque that was also a good friend of Paul. She asked her but he didn’t know anything about Paul. He had not seen him during all the night.

Sara was worried about him; moreover, he didn’t answer her phone calls. She was going to return home when she decided to go to Monica’s house. Monica was her best friend and she was sure that she was going to help her. However, things changed radically when Sara reached Monica’s street. There, in one of its sides the Mercedes of Paul was stationed. Sara couldn’t believe it. She stationed her car too and went to Monica’s building. There, he confirmed all her suspects. It was four o’clock in the morning and Paul was coming out of Monica’s house. Moreover, he appeared in front of her without tie, and with the shirt wrongly buttled. Paul looked up and his eyes reached Sara’s ones, covered with tears.

“Sara I…“ He tried to excuse him in some silly way. However, Sara was quicker and spat him in his face. Nevertheless, he tried again. – Sara, wait! I can explain it to you!

“What do you have to explain? Everything is quite clear, at least for me.“

Sara started to run. She got into her car. Paul followed her. However, he did wrong. Sara had the car window opened. Paul poked through it and told the worst thing he could have ever said:

“Sara, I love you.“

Sara burst into tears. But the tears were mostly of anger; anger that little by little had covered every single cell of her body. Then she found the solution, the object in which she was going to release all her anger: Paul’s Mercedes. She step on the accelerator and rushed forward Paul’s car. She crashed with it once, and once again. Then, she went backwards and hit it one last time. Then she went on, with her best smile when he observed the surprised face of Paul, that couldn’t believe the situation.

“What are you smiling of, darling?“ Giovanni asks. Sara returns to reality. They have reached the pizzeria. Sara gets down of the car, not answering Giovanni. On she goes, walking next to Giovanni, with a suitcase full with dreams and expecting that he is not as asshole as Paul was.