The World is grey, the mountain’s old

The forge’s fire is ashen-cold.

No harp is wrung, no hammer falls,

The darkness dwells in Durin’s hall.

The shadow lies upon his tomb

In Moria, in Kazad-dûm…”

~J.R.R. Tolkien~


“The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects.

We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous;

but we do not notice it.”

~Charles Baudelaire~


Cities, like dreams - are made of desires and fears; even if the thread of their discourse is secret,

their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else...

~Italo Calvino~

Monday, June 20, 2011

Where are the crickets in Barcelona?


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