St Petersburg.
It’s funny how they built this awesome building because of god, something that probably doesn’t exist.
Stockholm is beautiful
I took this one in helsinki.
I just got to the point that there’s nothing after life. I’ve been dead for milions of years, suddenly I woke up, grew up, and then I guess I’ll fall asleep again and I suppose I won’t wake up anymore. That’s why I intend to live every single second as if it were the last one. Carpe diem, you know.
That’s why I wake up at 10 AM every sunday and try to go to bed at 12 PM with the thought that it’s been an awesome and extraordinary day. Thassssit.
I took this one in Sweeden, near by arlanda airport.
I love how my camera costed me 90 euros. Aw yeah.
I think this is one of the best photos I’ve ever taken. It reminds me a lot about the word “perfection” and Plato.
What the
Granny’s kitchen (8 PM)
I really can’t stand that hand reading thing. You know, it’s impossible to know what the future’s gonna look like. You can only get a quick glimpse of it based on what’s happening in the present and what happened in the past. I’d actually love to talk about that time thing too, but since I have lots of things to do, I’m gonna leave it there.
Btw, I’ve been told that there’s some tribes in India where you can get your hands read. But it’s way better than that gypsy stuff. What they read is your past, and it’s actually quite objective. Depending on the handlines, they can tell you what’s your lifestyle, or how it’s been. And with that base, they can figure out what’s your future going to be like. Mostly speculative, I know, but it makes sense too. For example, if you’re a real active person, your handlines will be better defined than the ones of a passive person. Makes sense, huh?
Finally, I’m back.
Btw, I took this picture from my granny’s kitchen. Since then, it’s become one of my favourite “photographic spots”.
Confession XI
I’m leaving Menorca tomorrow. I’m really enjoying this summer, I really don’t want it to end… but I so want to be with my band and practice like we always do during the year, Idk.
There’s always something that brings you back to routine… I can’t stand routine. And I can’t stand it when a nice feeling becomes routine. Like those songs you listen and make you feel real cool but by the 10th time you get bored of it. Just like that. That’s what I call a routine song.
Music’s like a drug. Once you start, you can’t stop. You want to find those songs that produce you goosebumps, and the more you look for them, the more you appreciate new music.
Btw, why do I start with one thing and end up with another? Shit I’m nuts. I’ll post something new once I get to Barcelona (22 days left), and I’d like to thank all those who’ve started following me during my first tumblr month.
Enjoy your summer!
This might be the last poto I upload from Menorca, although I bet I’ll take cooler photos in Helsinki, Stockholm and St Petersburg…
Apart from those things… I’ve realized I have a crush on Menorca. It’s one of those places where you can have fun but at the same time, find places such as the one in the photo to relax and forget about the noise of any city you belong to, or at least (like me), you live.
I took this photo last year, in Turkey. That made me think about… those places where you can take good photos although you’re not a good photographer. Yeah, sometimes the best photos aren’t made by the best photographer… it depends on how lucky you are in order to encounter a perfect moment or landscape. I know, life’s hard.
I’m getting used to take photos of whatever I see. WHATDAFUCK.
Confession X
As a weird guy, I love astrology topics.
I can’t stand egocentric people. How can anyone be egocentric in this… universe? Jesus christ, have you ever thought about how big the universe is? It doesn’t really matter what we think or stop thinking cause… we’re not even microbes in comparison with the size of the universe. And I’ve been told that there might be more than one universe… what the fuck.
Look, I think there’s just… life somewhere in the universe. It’s impossible for me to think that we’re the only ones messing round here. That’s just… arrogant. I bet there’s a guy somewhere far far far away from me thinking… I bet there’s a guy thinking about me thinking about something. Naw, I’m realizing religion’s just a way of hidding our fears. I guess something goes after life, but… I can’t picture me in a white place with my family and with angels hanging round me. Fuck, that’s too perfect. I’d like to be wrong. Actually… hope I’m wrong, cuz that’d be rad. Maybe we move to another universe or whatever but not like with God and a guy of hands with stigmata.
Finally, I’d like to say I love how we can see the future if we look to a side in the space, and the future if we move our sight to the other side. I can imagine that little guy in another galaxy telling another guy in a way further galaxy to fuck off because of destroying his planet in the future.
And btw, I think aliens are not so horrible as we think. They’re actually hospitable and cook cakes whenever you want.
Wait, that’s my granny.
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—Explosions In The Sky - So Long, Lonesome (Eluvium Mix)
This song reminds me of those summer days driving along the highway, feeling the air in your chin, feeling how air flows between your teeth. How come it flows between your teeth? Oh, that’s right. You’re smiling.
Although you notice the cold of the air, you can so notice the warmth of the sun keeping your skin calm.
You close your eyes, and feel as though you hadn’t closed them at all, cause you can still see all that white background… weird.
Relax, relax. Love, love. Life… life.
Confession IX
LOL. That’s the word.
I hate nobody, I promise. I just dislike a few people… but it looks like someone hates me. I would never recommend being hated by someone. Altough it’s hard for me to understand it, these type of people tend to distort the way you actually are… and change people’s mind in order to get them to hate you.
My question is… how come people hate you when they don’t even know who you are? I mean, hate’s a tough word, just like like love. I JUST DON’T GET IT. When I say that they don’t even know who am I, I mean that they’ve talked to me like… once in their lives.
If someone wants to hate me, just go on. But before doing so, hope he or she tries to find a logical explanation.
It’s good to fuck it when you’re in doubt, but just in some occasions. Sometimes you have to think twice before doing or saying things.
