Bahnhof Friedrichstrasse

When my train reaches Berlin, will you be waiting on the platform of the station for me? Will you be willing to forgive and forget all the silly mistakes I made?

I imagine your slender figure, your face standing out of the many impatient faces on the platform, your awkward smile on your lips trying to restraint your feelings, the crazy hair and that fixed gaze of yours.

Train

It’s been soooo long since I last edited a photo on Photoshop, it’s been so long since I last took a photo with my digital camera (phone doesn’t count, right?)

It feels strange, really weird actually. Just seeing the colours feels different, like something is off, so I had to turn this photograph into a black and white one.

Details of an old train

I’m not sure if I like it or not… it just feels different, distant, flat… maybe it’s the analogue syndrome. I miss the grain.

Time and trains

Do you ever feel like you’re always running but in the end you don’t get to catch the last train home?

Because, well… I do. It’s a tiring situation in which moving forward and getting somewhere are quite opposite ideas.

Old trains and summer days

Some years ago I went to Palma de Majorca for a few days, I enjoyed a lot that trip, but the thing I loved the most was an old train that covers the distance between Palma and a beautiful village called Sóller.

At some point the train goes through Alfàbia Mountains (part of the famous Tramontana Mountains), and after a few minutes of darkness you get to see a wonderful view the lookout Pujol de’n Banya:

To finish the journey in the beautiful Sóller, where you can also take the old tram to get to the beach.