Monday, March 28, 2011

March 27/2011

I am walking on a parallel life, the one that could have been and is not. This places I have been the scenarios i have seen. Even tough I am here you can't really see me, i'm some kind of reflection like the one on the mirror or the puddle on the sidewalk because of the morning rain.
Then again i am walking this road "What could have been, but is not"
It's weird feeling comfortable in a place but at the same time having this urge to leave. I pretty much feel like saying goodbye to the city.
Hope this time I find what i'm looking for.
I feel so unsatisfied, life is sometimes really exhausting in a funny way: just enough to get you down but not enough to keep you from going.
I know what I'm not, what I don't have. I should get something out of this trip.
And it all should end where it started...
Living a life that doesn't feel like it's yours, and if it is. It certainly never works because we are wishing we were somewhere else, wishing we had something else, wishing we was someone else.

By the way this coffee thing,
in the morning
in the afternoon
and at night
is growing up on me.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Monday, March 21, 2011

March 19, 2011.

It's a chilli afternoon and I still got another half an hour to wait before I get on the bus to Barcelona. My plan was to get there in the afternoon, if I'm lucky I should get there before midnight.
See what happens next.
I am cold and a little hungry but I'm thinking of sleeping as soon as I get on the bus, that should make me forget.

Wednesday, March 09, 2011

ESTO(es-el)COLMO

Sunday Feb. 27/2011
-"The first time I ever saw you"
  Johnny Cash

It's 6:53am and the road is covered with ice, snow on the sides...

Couldn't make the Olympus work.


That's what happened after my first morning far from home(again). We went to sleep around one in the morning, after catching up with our friends an realizing how different their lifes are, different in a way that would have never occurred to me; All these while drinking coffe and eating home made bread with some butter and cheese.
I was awake since four and was just moving face up face down again and again, until I decided to just get up and go look thru the window. Outside the roofs of the houses were still covered with snow, then I tought of listening to music an I played some Johnny Cash on the iPod, "The first time I ever saw you" was the first song. While looking at Maria I felt lucky.
Then I thought of taking a picture but couldn't make the Olympus work.