spanish wind in my head

barcelona is not as romantic as paris, but it is extremely sexy!

you feel unique walking down the streets!
one of a kind!
the best thing about Spain is that the Spanish still live there.
passion fills the streets, no place is more inspiring and artistic!
a country that gave birth to the likes of Picasso and Dali is the mother of the world's greatest artists!
A place that honored Miro!

Art is sacred in Barcelona.
being an artist i raise my head high!
i walk with pride!

i walk with the footsteps of a person that belongs!

the gothic area is amazing!
the musuem of Picasso is breath taking!
Dali's castle is a walk through a dream and a world he created!
Gala his wife was part of the experience.
love is very important in Barcelona.
art is important in Barcelona.
sleeping early is not that important in barcelona.
finally i don't have to be ashamed of my biological clock.
you can stay up late and everyone else starts visiting the club after one am.
finally i belong!
sensual people who love to dance!
a place that inspired a continent to be!
latin america is based on this land!
Spain!
the language!
the flamenco!
the pride of the dancers!
the respect for the arts!
the love of life and the reverence to the cathedrals.
and my favorite part was the opera experience.

as i listened to the artists sing my spirit reached the sky and came back again!
within the ancient walls of the opera house that is so great and somewhat sublime,
i sat in awe.
feeling like a queen in a gown.
what is the difference between now and the times of the royals?
the joys are the same the basics are the same!
nothing is better than good art.

after attending lectures about business and corporate nightmares.
my soul was thirsty for art, i was dying to breathe art.
and there it was filling the opera in a realm of royalty.
and intensity that only the heartless would not appreciate.
the wind in spain shook my head.
changed my thoughts about life and death.
dreaming of someone who told me maybe death is not so bad.
that is the only way to cope with such facts.

the Haitians and the Chileans faced death and their earth shook.
the sea was so angry it almost ate hawaii alive.
the world can be a scary place where nothing makes sense!
but i realised maybe dying is not so bad!

Dali too was obsessed with death!
all through out his life he contemplated death.
it crippled him from a full love life.
his wife was there for him knowing it was her life purpose to be the muse of her artist.
and now her life is respected by all the visitors of the museum.
and the people of Catalonia did not judge her for leaving her first husband and daughter behind
and following the path of the arts.
Dali signed his name and hers on his paintings.
could there be more loyalty?

spanish wind in my head made me think.
made me laugh.
made me homesick too,

only in one week i longed for my land!

every time i travel i realize i lose a layer of me and i gain another.
i die and i am born again.
on the way i am so vulnerable i know nothing.
my safety in the hands of another.
like a helpless child i sit back and

wait to see if i will make it or not.

as a child i thought i would live forever.
every day i realise how short my life is.
and with the group i felt like one of the herd.
what a humbling experience it is to follow the guide.
the sheperd leads and we abide.

when i am overwhelmed.
when i know how small i am.
i close my eyes

and realise how much the treasure lies within.
and all of this world of things is not real.
the real lies with in.
in the colors of the light within the spirit.
outside is all an illusion.
or how else could you explain the flying moments?
past, present and future?
it is crazy!
it is surreal!
our lives are surreal!
one day we are here,

one day we are not!

people we know disappear!
people we love hurt us bad.
people we didnt know become our soul mates.
we will disappear.
and we have all these crazy dreams.

what is real?
what is not?

keep busy or you will go mad thinking of the world and its madness
the surrealist experience is everyones'.

spanish wind still in my head driving me mad.