While in Bacelona, I decided to unplug my mind and let my heart do all the job. So all I have are these postcards and these few words I’d write to my grandma, or to a good friend of mine.
No to-visit-list, no must-visit restaurants. No guides.
This is the best advice I can give you: when in Barcelona, just walk around. As much as you can, wherever your curiosity leads you.
I hardly write about cities.
I need air. Open air. Nature vibrating underneath my feet. My lungs and my eyes and my soul crave rudimental nutriments. They need travels into remote times, where land still is land and nothing more than that. This is my perpetual quest.
Yet, I didn’t struggle much when in Barcelona. My camera didn’t have a hard time shooting, nor my mind plodded along to find a smile.
In Barcelona, I left my words at home and I let my eyes grab what they liked the most.
As if everything becomes smaller, simpler, a bit more human. A bit more natural. Trees brindle the sky in artistic games, even more beautiful than Christmas lights. And the sea mitigates the air inviting the sun to come out a bit more often. Colours fall into the eyes, pattern after pattern. And the heart beats a mellower rhythm around these passionate streets.
Life is calm. Life is nature. There’s room for this planet in Barcelona. There’s room for these steps that need to root a bit, for this mind that needs to reflect, for this breath that needs to deepen.
Barcelona is creamy. Barcelona is a colourful and vibrant canva. Barcelona is a tree that has its necessary space. There’s art, but most of all there’s creation.
A sensorial experience. And the body finds its dimension.”
Oh look! My Mum 🙂