barcelona

the places still have my smell. when I see them, I smile and I think of memories that I dont find faded. they have their pulse, a small beat and the same heart as ever. yes - it is my city. my depression and love, my tears and joy. its the hard work and sunny days, dirty streets and coolest parties. its the friends I made, all what I shared - given and to give. and yet all is weird and a little different, but its not the city - its me. how fast we become further of what we love?