This is a collection of work following the subtle breathable moments of Barcelona that are simultaneously fascinating. Everyday tales in this city. Beauty knowing no bounds. I have lived in Barcelona since January; this is a collage of my self-immersion into the land. Chronologically ordered by the time of day. But days and moments glisten and shift in perpetual wonder.
The photographs-and following passage-made as a testament to my time, and understanding, of the city whose days simply dream.
BARNA DREAMIN
Lost in the blissful turmoil of perpetual happiness, jazzmic’ thrills, and summers of gold. Passions pull through parts of being. Bleeding of feelings. Memories diverge into fragments of sombre beauty, and scorched tones. Lapsing in the distance of the untouched glimpses. Existing in the matter of a Barcelona skyline, a sudden encounter or a just-recourse.
Chemical imbalance of artefact. Recoiling in dispute and continuing in a fabricated dream- of the necessities of life in all its forms.
Blanketing the dust.
Arsenic assonance.
Mingling in the midst of sanctifying sentiments.
All too but rarely often, Barcelona shifts from the lucidness of illogical procrastination. Rising above subdued thinking, and banal discourse. A sporadic, sensical city of multiple magnitudes. Experience such serenity in all ones youthful naivety.
An intoxication of sensual overload, the mind spins and swirls just as much as it does while reading this rambling passage. Shortening breadths. A rush from the relaxed. Tranquil endorphins tickling.
Barcelona, barna baby. Vida at its core.
