“Street names must speak to the urban wanderer like the snapping of dry twigs, and little streets in the heart of the city must reflect the times of day, for him, as clearly as a mountain valley”.

A mi, com a Benjamin, Berlín ens xiuxiueja Geschichten mentre fem el camí cap a l'escola. Rius de llum, pluja i puresa. Tanco l'any amb el millor any, he fet net. És bo tornar als llocs on has marxat, i viceversa.

Why didn't you save me?

Nicolas Jaar - Why Didn't You Save Me

Das Heißt Perfektion.

There’s no use in hiding the joy from the bright of sun. I could wait for winter -but better if it never comes. We like the newness, the newness of all that has grown in our garden soaking for so long. I’m not sure where this river goes but we have no choice but to follow. If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter, oh, let me inside. I will long to see all that waits to be known and all that will never be known.

It’s seven in the morning and I guess I’ll take care of my heart, and brain, and hair (while I wait).

Storytelling

And a new home.

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Avui és un dia especial per la ciutat dels meus somnis. I diria que avui la tinc més present si hi hagués un sol dia que no pensés en ella.