Each lie was like a promise To something better. But now, I am just bitter. Once again, you broke my heart. But, I still love you, Even if our ways have to part. Even if i don’t want to. Each lie was like a step closer to my demise. K.
“The Conjunt Monumental de la Plaça del Rei in Barcelona is, arguably, the Gothic architectural ensemble which best exemplifies the city’s medieval past. The royal palace, the Palau Reial Major, and its surrounding buildings, enclose a harmonious and peaceful square which is still imbued with Barcelona’s splendour during the Middle Ages.” Standing in the middle … More Plaça del Rei, Barcelona
How can you not be a tourist when you’re travelling in one of the most beautiful city of Spain ? The answer is simple: you can’t. So, here we are, wandering around the city and finding The Old Hospital de la Santa Creu. The buildings that were part of Barcelona’s main hospital, until the 20th … More Old Hospital de la Santa Creu, Barcelona.
A while ago, i had the opportunity to travel to Spain for the second time. I was this 16 years-old teenager girl who’s only hope was to travel the world and leave her hometown. So, going away for even a week was pure bliss. What better place to escape your small town and discover the … More Wandering in Barcelona.
“Isn’t it beautiful ? To be able to spread your wings and fly, little bird ?” The little girl asked. Little did she know, if the little bird could speak her language, he would answer: “You can too. All you have to do is try.” K.
Nothing makes more sense than this. All those years, i’ve been fooling myself into thinking i was over something that happened when i was younger. But i still wonder how or why it happened. I still talk about it. A lot. Like i usually say, some questions are better left unanswered. Still, what’s left unsaid … More If you still talk about it, you still care about it.
“People have scars in all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret road maps of their personal histories, diagrams of all of their old wounds. Most of our old wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them, don’t. Some wounds, we carry with us everywhere… and though the cut is long gone, … More “Scars and Souvenirs”
Et si c’était ça la vie ? Se laisser porter par les vagues; Plonger son regard dans l’écume, jusqu’à ce que le Soleil emporte dans son lit ses derniers rayons. Et si c’était ça la vie ? Contempler son doux visage qui, malgré le temps, ne porte pas la marque de l’âge. Admirer la prunelle … More Et si c’était ça la vie ?
Que se passe-t-il lorsque notre flamme intérieur s’éteint ? Quand la vie en nous prend son dernier souffle; brûle jusqu’au dernier morceau de notre âme ? Que se passe-t-il alors ? Est-on encore vivant ? Attendons-nous que quelqu’un déclenche une étincelle près de notre cœur pour raviver cette flamme ? Ou pouvons-nous provoquer cette étincelle … More Flammes.
What We Talk About When We Talk About Love by Raymond Carver. He was one of the many contemporary short story writers. Writing about love ain’t easy. It is complex. Yet, Carver did it. In his own way. What do we really know about love anyway ? “I could hear my heart beating. I could … More What We Talk About When We Talk About Love.