Friday, March 20, 2009

Azul Turquesa

It’s pink and blue and blue and pink. It’s all about colours when I think about the last days here in Barcelona. It’s about all the unsuccessful conversations at the bars and the clever comments from strangers. It’s all about when I said this city is like a lobby, like an airport and like a multicultural milkshake where each citizen of the world, would like to work or underline his/her very own style.

This weekend (two weekends ago) was the bluest weekend of this year, but it was not about being metaphorically blue in a way of sadness. It was me visiting my dear friend; the ocean and all the pretty or beautiful “accessories” that complete the picture living in there.

Barceloneta (very famous beach place at this city) could be as well as a colourful catwalk, as well as the place where loads of tourists and friends get along together to spend an “of course” “nice day” at the beach. This city is amazing, and this place can show you well, the fashion tendencies of the season, the next season and years ago seasons. It’s like the fashion confetti where I ask myself if people these days use to get dressed or to get daily costumes. If you’re looking for clichés, here’s your dreamed place; fashion, retros, punks, poshs… The happy couples, the families, the friends, gay people, ice-creams, dogs, tourists, more tourists and could be a little dot in the space: you.

And even in all that happening, there can be left time not to get lost and think about life and relax or have nice talks.

I’m happy that very “simple” things like getting to the beach are awesome. If you go with friends there’s so much to play with balls, cards, frisbees, guitars… bongos! Watch the other people, to try not to bother much the others with a volleyball ball, could get a pretty hard mission… even harder than playing volleyball itself!

And when you go alone, it’s completely other story, get a coffee, watch people, have a sit and smell the breeze or give a walk and have some dreams about ships and the ocean…

I think sometimes we forget those simple and great things, but I recognize we also don’t forget and continue enjoying those brightly things in life. I really wish the summer was here, but what I’m really glad and lucky about is that it takes me only half hour to get there; to I would say… Dreamland.



- You'll see, this "fellas" have just settle their ass over the American business. And American business could be a huge market... But unfortunately, the cake’s distribution is always a little bit risky or... problematic. No, no, no, don't roll your eyes before you know what we are talking about. We just need your best performance at some place.
-Can I ask what does this mean?

- We need you to pretend you need to work or better to say -you- are supposed to get a job at some friend’s… cafeteria.

-Well, I've been doing the same "here" for you, then what for?
- Its not so simple Miss Mars. "Here" you are only doing the "practical term". Now we need you to act.

- Ok. Where's that place?

- Like I said, it’s a friend's business.

- A "friend’s' business"???

- Well, an Italian cafeteria.

- Ooooohhh Myyy Goood!

- Yes, well, you know, not so hard, some serving...

- ...and?

- Hmmm some dog with snoop nose there.

- I don't know what to say, I don't know what's worse, me almost dying here or... there.

- Oh don't worry, we will look after you.

- "Oh!" yes??? How the...



For blue instances, because not to leave the little blue in blue, by our dear Edie Brickell this awesome lyrics with video (the closest version to the original) included:

PICTURE PERFECT MORNING

Edie Brickell

I haven't learned to say goodbye
Hello itself is hard enough
It kills to let a good thing die
And I don't want to see it go bad

Picture perfect morning
Just before the dawn
And city lights are dying
Sing in the cathedral
Face in the stained glass is crying

I won't let myself look at you
And see you like I really do
It's hard to believe
That you're really here
So I just pretend that you're not there

Picture perfect morning
Just before the dawn
And city lights are dying
Sing in the cathedral
Face in the stained glass is crying

Picture perfect morning
Just before the dawn
And city lights are dying
Sing in the cathedral
Face in the stained glass is crying

And when my plane flew through the rain
It shook the wings and people screamed
But I was so sure that I'd see you again
I was not afraid of anything

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U84LVaPQDw4

And from our new friend, we found in his mind this nice song to complete our play list, thank you Steve! (Lyrics included to sing! Yeah!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5qx3fuTUHM