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.


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!

First Romanian escape

Cluj-Napoca – Sighisoara

Two Australians waiting for the train
“Are you travelling alone”
“Yes, yes I do, and I love it”
Nice talk, warm goodbye

The jeans jacked reminding me the day trips near Madrid
I found the hills of Aranjuez, the forests of El Escorial, the small streets of Cervantes’ city in its pockets.
A nostalgic smile
A closed door behind

Train sound, heart beating fast
Sichisoara’s small streets warmed by the sun of March
A lot of secret places
A lot of colors
One delightful day to let yourself seduced by the enchanting lullaby of the roads


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Every day gives you the chance to find a rhyme for the poem of your life
In the end, this will make you who you are
This is what you’ll remember about yourself
A lot of people will come and go,
A lot of them will appreciate, hate, despise, love, reject, accept you
A lot of them will make you feel unique and special
You’ll understand that the world is huge and there are another 7.462.296.879 people with different stories, maybe more important than yours
7 billions of souls and minds among which you represent another somebody
You, your drama, your thoughts, your emotions lost through billions like them
But isn’t it a miracle to be a cell of this huge organism ?

Fly, soul of mine

Romanian train

Sunrise in Bucharest
A bus station
A stranger
“I don’t speak English”
Soon I found out he’s a loving husband and father
A shared road
And a small warm dialogue

These kind of moments makes you trust in people with dimples and sincere eyes

Otopeni Airport
Exactly 6 months ago, same place, but a different destination
Madrid, oh love of mine…