Can you tell us a bit about yourself?
A kleine sünde, nature versus nurture! A strong drive for success that makes you continuosly move on to the next challenge. But what’s the aim? when and where to stop? or better yet, whats the way? It sometimes pollutes the mind much more than the untidiness of an unchaste individual would do.
For when one is in the habit of a never ending lewd quest for desire soon acquires such an unconquerable thirst for eudaimonia that is perpetually longing for some untried chap to meet a fresh allurement with, in order to give a new zest to his impure pleasures.
But is it worth it?
Like being a Spotter?
I love to draw with words when describing the places I enjoy and the circumstances that make me attached to them.
Can you describe a perfect day in your city?
Last night was really long and I had to hibernate in my room until the sun is not so intemperate anymore.
After a cold shower I go out to have lunch in the gothic quarter.
The privilege of living in the center is that you don’t have to worry about taking a metro or the bus to get to the navel of the playful yard.
This time I fancy a falafel and humus wrap from El Cocinero de Damasco (check the El Cocerino de Damasco article). I take it to go, to eat it while enjoing some chilling carefree street music in one of the alleys in the back of the gothic cathedral.
Then I take the bike and go to Nova Marbella beach, to play volleyball, swim and enjoy good music in one of the beach stalls.
That’s the beach with the best balance of dust amd sand, crowd and pickpockets, and music and hedonism.
When Im hungry and thirsty again go back to the ludic perimeter to have some tapas and rose cava in Xampanyeria (check the Xampanyeria article).
As good perfumes that come in small bottles, the problem with Xampanyeria is that when you are in that shout for joy its closing time. So, depending on the mood of the people I met there that have become ethylic twinned, we all slither either to shango to dance some latin music or to nevermind to have the last sip of the happy hour.
As I have a drink, I check the night program of Harlem jazz club (check the Harlem Jazz club article) or the Big Bang (check the Big Bang bar article) to set the coordinates of the next stop in the flight log.
With a dose of good live music I’m ready to head to plaça del Rei to see San Lorenzo tears (Perseidas), a rain of shooting stars after tying the bike in a safe place away from the joy riders. The magic lasts until the police comes to open space for the cleaning brigade that everynight floods the streets with recycled water so you have to run away from the streets and find shelter in a club that pays high tax rates and licenses to be allowed to charge exorbitant prices for an instance of lousy music.
But we slip away to another square round the corner that has become the alternative for jigglers, night jesters, shade gaolers and lent vultures, until police finds out and we have to look for another place.
So the night ends with a street batucada or african drums in plaça de Sant Iu, and I have to run to get the bike and get to my room before the sun starts burning everything that stayed out!
Is there something else you want to share?
Future is uncertain, past is history and the present is just a moment!
Check out the other interviews with our Spotters