It's 7am in the morning, the party is over and we end in a bar close to the market talking about colonization and atoms. I lose the rythm of the conversation for a while, remembering the latest events of our celebration in Gracia like flashing pictures. Lots of couchies, random interesting conversations, drinks and food, strangers united to contribute to the expenses, bad techno music later and finally here.
Honestly said, we had a busy night and it's a pitty i couldn't picture all the eyes i discovered, some of whom have fascinated me and inspired me. We agree with her, probably she is right with her arguments. I like the one saying that materials are empty inside.
We observe the preparations of the firemen run, the city is woking up, pip pip, granollers, home safe and sound.
honestly said, sometimes random steps become a beautiful drawing in our memory... ;)
ResponElimina