I'm from Barcelona

At least I was...just for a tiny while. Just a few pages of my own book of history. Just the time to sense magnificence and colours giving shape to what has none. Endless varieties of tastes, mangling together to experience something coming close to paradise. Not to forget the dreaming away amongst the best of the Gaudi, Dalí, Miró and Picasso repertoires, even if without the 'Persistence of time'. The presence of sunshine, sunglasses, the first t-shirts and some home made Italian style helado (or should I write 'gelato') making the setting even better, could be the why of this declaration of love to a city of life, to be rediscovered time after time, visit after visit. And maybe at the same time it explains the bits of exaggeration to be found in this hymn to the things in a way or another probably are also to be found in other places.

So yes, I'm from Barcelona. At least I was...just for a tiny while. If it's not reality, at least let's dream it, let's wish it. I need an excuse to escape the rain I have to face day in, day out, from morning to evening, and further till dawn again. It's like we haven't been paying our electricity bills to get access to the biggest natural energy resource. Global warming, they say. Yes, indeed. But we only get rain.

But ok. We still have Barcelona. A two hour flight. Maybe some extra delay due to heavy air traffic between Brussels and Luxemburg. And that's it. It's like we do not even have the time to dream about it. So maybe we should not mind the rain too much. Only our bank account could be complaining. And hey, even then...would summer really be that far away?