Proxima parada: Embajadores
14th of January, late in the night

The doors of the metro open. The typical sound of the escalators going up and down. Look at them and pick the stairs. Clear is the sky, cold is the wind. I hear the beating of my heart. At 3 steps further, 2 iron doors will open and let me into the world of colors.

My fingers softly running on the walls whispering a goodbye.
Steps lead me to the underground. The dear old images, erased and covered by new ones. Though, the smell of cannabis is still there. The dull sounds still reverberate through the walls. The feeling of wonder, harmony and bliss still fills me.

Behind a door, somebody plays on guitar. Loud voices.

A girl smiling at me and making some space to can get in., 
I look at them all, listen and feel their joy of living. The simpleness of being a human.
Pleasure and pain, sorrow, tragedy, ecstasy brought to the limit of existence.

Amazing people. Black deep eyes, sincere smiles, absolute natural beauty and glow, boys and girls, together.
Singing. Expressing every single note through their gestures, emotions, and dance. Eyes telling lots of stories.

Noise. Pleasing noise.
Dialogues. Kisses and warm hugs.

I stay quietly in my corner, observing and falling in love with this world of delight.
People of different ages simply enjoying each other’s company.

A little wine. Some guitars. Some kind hearts. A few voices.
And maybe that could be enough to make your life meaningful.

Last hours of my 22nd year. I am alive, happy, in La Tabacalera, one of the places I carefully gather into my soul, and amongst stranger that in this right moment I feel closer than anybody else.



18th of November, Train: Northampton-London
November rain and busy London. Train full of people reading newspapers. A British obsession for rumors and safety.
Voices all around. Young, old. Kids laughing.
I close my eyes and enjoy the simple feeling of being present.
Euston Station
A few hours in search of urban cuteness.
The commercial face of Christmas on the other side of every window.
And many people rushing around.
The intensive smell of coffee and expensive perfumes.
French people looking for the perfect breakfast in English patisseries.
Coldness, fog and rain.

Music and street performances.
London is alive, has a pulse.
London is the right place to be at my age.
London, Madrid, Cluj..

The urban gigantism.
The official cover of the city. Serious, grey and sober buildings.
Parliament, ministries, huge cathedral, large streets and lots of semaphores.
And the disappointing Buckingham palace. Small and far from the promised elegance.

And somewhere there the small lovely streets. Bohemian hidden corners. Waves of incredibly beautiful people. I could look at them for hours, wandering. Catching pieces of conversations.
That caressing accent.
Long loud silence into the eyes of lonely strangers.
Clumsy boys in costumes and elegant men in hoodies.
Finally the metro sound and the underground world I’ve missed so much.
And Subcarpați at the end of that journey.

One day in London and the first in UK, as I always imagined it has to be…

22 of October

Closing my eyes I  wake up in Madrid, La Tabacalera
One year ago in a rainny day
Dark lonely streets and my tired feet keeping a monoton rhythm
An open door and a gentle light coming from the inside
Music and walls all in colors
Small corridors leading to the underground

Two beautiful black eyes staring at the pictures
Looking at him I have fallen under an inexplicable spell
Admiration and a pure form of human love

From that day he became the perfection I wanted to reach
The chance I felt I had to take to dig deeper into the society I have always been in love with
He was the part of Spain I needed to know, understand and embrace

Beautiful heart of his has proven I was right from the very beginning,
Just from the first sight
A warm feeling and an entire collection of deep thoughts
A special human being to share more than trivialities of everyday life
But, in the end, there is no eternity in things nor permanency in people…

Thank you!