This is a poem of youth. It feels like everything all at once, all the time… But then again, it’s just a feeling.
I was volunteering at a hostel in Barcelona as a night-shifter. And alcohol was part of the game, as I created art on my long and lonely shifts at the reception desk.
Just one day wandered off into the faraway unknown; turned off my phone, didn’t talk about my one-way ticket. I just went.
Just joining a friend’s landlord driving us to wherever, and we came to this place, Abla. It will forever stay with me as the: I want my engagement to happen here, right under this trees.
We camped in Fuerteventura, while explored this miles long beach with constant and constant waves and venturas.
Where magic happened, and got stuck and never left. Now it’s a pure mystery and secrets everywhere.
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