Black and white books in Cuesta de Moyano.
They used to sneak in no-so-fancy hotels and halls, in the shadows of the city’s alleys, meetings so obscure and thoughts so naive they didn’t even notice the end.
The darkness usually scares off, but without the shadows we wouldn’t appreciate the light.
William Shakespeare said that all the world’s a stage, and all men and women merely players… but what if no one is attending the play?
Looking at this photographs while listening to piano music feels almost as being there, the combination of nature and black and white film feels as something opposite and thus complementary.
Or maybe it’s just that I feel melancholic today.
The beautiful Segovia in all its splendour.