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Category: musings
Little Black Submarines.
Oh, can it be?.The voices calling me.They get lost and out of time.I should’ve seen it glow.But everybody knows.That a broken heart is blind.That a broken heart is blind. Little Black Submarines, The Black Keys.
Old lovers
A picture I took in Cambridge, UK, a couple of years ago. Here punting is very popular. I have many pictures of these kind of boats, with or without people in them. I like here how they look all stacked, almost with a specific order or rhythm. The names of some of the boats, whose…
The Wetlands, where I lived not long ago.
Before Cambridge I lived in north east London, in Walthamstow. I moved there from Ealing, almost the opposite side of London, geographically and demographically speaking, I would say. I loved it there. It felt almost like living in a small town, within London. Many times one could forget it was actually another London borough. Wandering…
A morning walk and latest news
I moved near here a couple of months ago, and I love walking this little forest next to theriver Cam, in Cambridge. It looks and feels amazing to be here, alone, wandering between trees, looking at the river reflections. I’m seriously considering getting a fishing license and sit here on weekends! The only thing I…
Oh, hi again! And new shop!
I hope you all are ok in these weird times. Again, making honour to the name of this blog, it’s been a while since my last post here. In the past couple of years not much has happened but I’ve managed to do some trips around the country, last Christmas I went to Madrid after…
Hello again, Cambridge…
So I did it. I left London and moved back to Cambridge, where my daughter lives, so I can be closer to her in these weird times we are living. I have been tinkering about this for long, you might have heard about it. When I worked for a remote studio a couple of years…
About reading…
You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, who had ever been alive. James Baldwin
Hell
Hell is the absence of the people you long for. Emily St. John Mandel, Station 11.
What is going on with this blog?
The last post is from more than a year ago! Short answer, I haven’t found time nor inspiration to continue posting here as much as I did in the past. I have lots of pictures to edit and process in my computer. From past trips, from other wanderings around London, from… I don’t know, everywhere…