I sincerely hope my words make you feel something. I write it here, because I dare not say it elsewhere.
Monday, August 15, 2016
Barcelona
She's big. The smaller parts of her are my favourite. I got lost in them several times and even though I've been there several times before I still get lost because somehow she leads me through her wide and narrow and big and small parts and every part. She's big and she shows me around every bit of her and when you think you know her so well, so well, she brings you to a new part that is as charming as the rest of her. She's infinite; she never rests; never sleeps; never stops. She is always.
At night, she dances and sings, and it's almost as if you are caught on camera and the soundtrack's there, it's always there and you have no idea how she does it. When she dances, oh dear god, it is beautiful and everyone around her dances along and sings along and you are caught in the magnificence of it all; of her.
It's amazing how she can make you feel there; unconstrained and unrestrained and light on your feet and happy. She makes you happy. She makes me genuinely happy; just being with her.
I like her when we wake up together and rise and shine, here's a new day with her; we can go to the beach, we can walk in the street, we can sit and watch people cross to the other side and wish we were them.
She's helped me find something; an untamed passion. I feel a bundle of things when I am with her, I cannot describe it. When I move in her she moves in me and I forget that there exists the rest of the world.
We met in 1995, and I was born in 1996. I've seen her rain in August and drown in November, I've seen her hot in July and I've seen her every month of the year and I love her in all the ways she can be.
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