Granada. Do not you imagine how beautiful it is Granada. But today I return to leave behind. And back to my home. My home is not here. I can not find my home in any corner of this beautiful city: a city that has seen me grow, fall in love, break up for the first time, and up, and heal my wounds. But I do not feel at home. Stay with a friend, Anne, and tell him I can not wait to return to Barcelona, \u200b\u200bthese streets are still full of desolation and memories. That even if I walk down the street I can see that Seat rise in blue, and that still gives me vertigo past and find the truth in the street.
writing this post from long ago, long time, it was my room at my sister's computer. That was all that far. I thought I shudder to walk on the terrace, that of which I spoke once, and yet I had no desire or to peek and see the sights, which once captivated me, and that many times in the distance I desired have. However, once here, everything changes. Now I just want to take a plane and go. I want to be Monday, I want to come early to go to my work, I want to go home and have a bowl of cereal with you. I want to catch that plane, malditasea, be by your side and take me in your strong hand. And once I'm gone, I return to Granada, but I want you back. And give a kiss on each corner. Inventing new memories with you in this city, which still has so much agony and sadness. However, I've had also.
And now I hear the sound of the swords of my brother.
And now, here comes the smell of coconut colony of my sister. And I hear
dishes and glasses in the kitchen screaming (my mother scrubbing).
Now, I know I only got an hour and a half to get away from here. To lose this smell, now, to lose this moment, this very moment I write this in the same place, exact place, where once I discovered that the Internet would revolutionize my life.
Now, between the noise and the things I say farewell to a strange but beautiful Granada.
and return. I always will. But I hope the next time it caught in your hand.
I'm afraid to fly, I'm afraid of airplanes.
And say goodbye, but my home is in another place, too. I am afraid that. Goodbye
family. Goodbye friends. Goodbye Granada.
writing this post from long ago, long time, it was my room at my sister's computer. That was all that far. I thought I shudder to walk on the terrace, that of which I spoke once, and yet I had no desire or to peek and see the sights, which once captivated me, and that many times in the distance I desired have. However, once here, everything changes. Now I just want to take a plane and go. I want to be Monday, I want to come early to go to my work, I want to go home and have a bowl of cereal with you. I want to catch that plane, malditasea, be by your side and take me in your strong hand. And once I'm gone, I return to Granada, but I want you back. And give a kiss on each corner. Inventing new memories with you in this city, which still has so much agony and sadness. However, I've had also.
And now I hear the sound of the swords of my brother.
And now, here comes the smell of coconut colony of my sister. And I hear
dishes and glasses in the kitchen screaming (my mother scrubbing).
Now, I know I only got an hour and a half to get away from here. To lose this smell, now, to lose this moment, this very moment I write this in the same place, exact place, where once I discovered that the Internet would revolutionize my life.
Now, between the noise and the things I say farewell to a strange but beautiful Granada.
and return. I always will. But I hope the next time it caught in your hand.
I'm afraid to fly, I'm afraid of airplanes.
And say goodbye, but my home is in another place, too. I am afraid that. Goodbye
family. Goodbye friends. Goodbye Granada.
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