Strolling through Barcelona

Walks in Barcelona (Bathelona) – Empathy of a Local

I’m glad I went to Barcelona. It was only a couple of days, less than a week, but it was great. It was then that I truly learnt that the best way to enjoy a place is to experience it as the locals do (with a few touristy things). My friends and I went during the beginning of summer, early May, to visit another friend of ours who chose Spain for their Placement year.

Bad Heart

I went to the Caribbean and fell for a sea mermaid.
Her skin was clear and smooth like pearls.
It was not her light that drew me,
but the darkness that I dwell.
I hate the term “love”, because it means that it was the dark place that I fell.
And from me that I leaked like a well.



I shave my head like it was tomorrow,
looking back on my old self,
off with my old look.

So I set myself a fresh look.
The new hair is the new you,
so the shaven head is the hair of no more
like the past long gone,
like yesterday