The Chronicles of The Lost Year (7)

Barcelona,

The heart of Catalonia and the independence.

This heart beats a little differently in this Sunday of elections.

There are joyful and insomniac cities where streets are so alive, as if blood flow under the asphalt and each stone is breathing.

There are cities that make you immediate impact ravishing, raising and captivating you.

These cities require no adjustment period, no effort to feel good; you can decide to stay a day or a lifetime.

It is not that you feel like at home. It is not that you find the city so beautiful, even obviously Barcelona is really beautiful. It is not that people you meet for the first time you appear more friendly than elsewhere. Even they could be.

It's a feeling. Suddenly the space-time harmonize with who you are. It is like a new skin that fits to yours perfectly. As a breathing would be wonderfully synchronized with yours.

You are staggered but stabilized; you are electrified but calmed. Like a volcano.