Every day I take my bike with me, I ride throughout the city, its big roads, the small ones, alleys so narrow I can touch both walls just extending my arms. In the basket of my bike I’d carry tangerines, apples, books from the library, art supplies I had to buy, random stuff I find sometimes, my memories, my soul and my heart are being ridden in this bike.
It comes whenever it wants. And you must be prepared to catch it.
It really doesn’t feel like Autumn over here…
Many people dream about big houses, great cars, awesome dressing rooms… But not me. Ever since I watched Disney’s “Belle and the Beast” my dream has been having a library of my own, a room just for the pleasure of the mind, with a comfy wing chair (upholstered in tweed, of course), maybe an old table and of course endless shelves with so many books I’d need several lives to read them all.
But for now, until my dream can come true (it will), I love to visit libraries, especially old ones just as this one: the Library of Trinity College Dublin.
Sometimes, you just need to change your point of view.
I came to Dublin a few years ago but it sure feels like decades. Here I’ve experienced love, hate, love again, disgust, happiness, drunkenness, disappointment… I’ve seen and grown and lived in many ways. I’ve not always felt good or in peace with the city, with the crowds, the traffic or the capricious weather, but in the end Dublin and I always came to terms. Every time I felt the urge to leave, I feel the weight of the world over my shoulders, every time I feel I can’t go on, I just walk through Dublin’s streets, sometimes solitary, sometimes full of people, with that magical light that makes me feel finally at ease.
Two different views from the same building in Valencia.