BEA

¡Qué joya de chica!

Creo que no hay palabras exactas para definir todas las cosas que esta personita es.

Hace ya años que la conozco y espero que dure años en mi vida :) el año que viene se nos va a Londres (sueño de muchos) pero en mi caso al menos la distancia no va a hacer el olvido.

Es una persona muy importante en mi vida, como una hermana mayor. La quiero muchísimo y siempre voy a estar ahí para ella.

Aquí os dejo unas fotos hihi de nuestra tarde de “ejercicio” (cambiamos correr por comprar)

Mara

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What an Amazing girl!

I think there are no words to describe all the things this lil person is.

It’s been so long since we first met! And I hope she stays for lots of years here in my life :)

She’s moving to London next year (you know everyone’s dream) but to me distance doesn’t mean forgetting.

She’s such and important person to me, like the older sis I never had. I love her so much and I’m always gonna be there for her.

Here are some of the pics of our “workout” afternoon (we changed our minds you know shopping instead of jogging)

Mara

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ALFRED TENNYSON (Lord Tennyson)

No tengo palabras para expresar lo que este hombre puede hacer con las palabras.
Simplemente genial. Cualquiera de sus escritos merece la pena ser leído, así que si disponéis de 5 minutos, no lo dudéis y leed. Es adorable.

Aquí os dejo una de mis favoritas.



Mara.


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Can't fight the words to say what this gentleman could do with words. Simply great. Any of his writings is worth reading, so if you have 5 minutes, don't you even doubt about it and go read something written by him. Adorable.

Here's one of my favourites one.


Mara.

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Maud

Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.

For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.

All night have the roses heard
The flute, violin, bassoon;
All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd
To the dancers dancing in tune;
Till a silence fell with the waking bird,
And a hush with the setting moon.

I said to the lily, 'There is but one
With whom she has heart to be gay.
When will the dancers leave her alone?
She is weary of dance and play.'
Now half to the setting moon are gone,
And half to the rising day;
Low on the sand and loud on the stone
The last wheel echoes away.

I said to the rose, 'The brief night goes
In babble and revel and wine.
O young lord-lover, what sighs are those
For one that will never be thine?
But mine, but mine,' so I sware to the rose,
'For ever and ever, mine.'

And the soul of the rose went into my blood,
As the music clash'd in the hall;
And long by the garden lake I stood,
For I heard your rivulet fall
From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,
Our wood, that is dearer than all;

From the meadow your walks have left so sweet
That whenever a March-wind sighs
He sets the jewel-print of your feet
In violets blue as your eyes,
To the woody hollows in which we meet
And the valleys of Paradise.

The slender acacia would not shake
One long milk-bloom on the tree;
The white lake-blossom fell into the lake,
As the pimpernel dozed on the lea;
But the rose was awake all night for your sake,
Knowing your promise to me;
The lilies and roses were all awake,
They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
Come hither, the dances are done,
In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,
Queen lily and rose in one;
Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls.
To the flowers, and be their sun.

There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate;
The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;'
And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;'
The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;'
And the lily whispers, 'I wait.'

She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.

NUNY

Tarde con Nuny. Hacía siglos que no la veía. ¡Ha sido genial! Nos hemos puesto al día hihi
Hemos estado en la Maquinista y luego hemos ido a su casa. ¡Su perro es precioso! Iba a decir perrito pero eso quedó atrás hace tiempo LOL
Los buenos recuerdos han hecho acto de presencia y nada hemos decidido vernos más este verano puesto que ninguna de las dos se va de vacaciones a ningún lado…
Pendientes quedan escapadas varias al centro, Parc de la Ciutadella, y nuestras casas para hacer sesiones de cine.

Me lo he pasado genial. Y mañana… Mañana con mi enanito, que tengo unas ganas de verle ya que bfff

PD: Por supuesto ahí van algunas de las fotos.

Mara.


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I spent the afternoon with Nuny. It’s been ages since I last saw her. It’s been great! We’ve talked a lot about each other’s life. Hihi
We’ve visited La Maquinista and then we went to nuny’s. Her dog’s so cute! I was gonna say lil dog but that’s so over! LOL
Good memories came back from the past and well we’ve decided to meet more often this summer as no one of us is going anywhere on vacation…
We gotta go to the city centre, to the Parc de la Ciutadella, and go to our places to watch some movies at home.


I had such a great time. And 2mo… I’ll spend the morning with my babe, I can’t wait to see him…

PD: Of course there are some of the pics.


Mara.

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Maremagnum

Tarde en el Maremagnum con Jaume. ¡Qué raro! Y tarde de risas, reflexiones y fotos también. Me encanta ese lugar. Siento cierta devoción y admiración por él. Puedes sentarte con tu frappuccino o tu granizado de limón, mirar los peces, observar el mar, ver la puesta de sol… Me parece un lugar fascinante. Todo lleno de turistas. El olor a gofre mezclado con la brisa marina. El ruido de los barcos. Definitivamente un lugar para visitar y pasar una tarde de domingo como la de hoy (en mi caso y el de Jaume casi cada tarde de domingo; es ya nuestro ritual). Es curioso que en un lugar en el cual hay tanta gente puedas llegar a sentirte tan solo si eso es lo que necesitas. De modo que sí, si algún día digo que necesito desaparecer para pensar… Lo más probable es que me encontréis allí.

Aquí os dejo algunas de las fotos que hemos hecho hoy. ¡Por cierto! He resucitado mi “vieja” cámara… Sinceramente hace fotos mucho mejor que la nueva que tengo… Será rosita la nueva pero las fotos ni punto de comparación… Así que larga vida a mi vieja cámara.


Mara.


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PD: Mañana veo a Nuny (después de mil años).


Spent the afternoon at Maremagnum with James. How strange! It’s been a laughing, reflexion, and picturing afternoon. I love that place. I feel some kind of devotion for it. You can sit there with your frappuccino or lemon iced drinks, look at the fishes, stare at the see, and watch how the sun goes down… I think it’s an amazing place. Full of tourists. Waffle’s smell blends with the marine breeze. The ship’s noise. Definitely a cool place to visit and spend a Sunday’s afternoon like today’s one (or our case every single Sunday’s afternoon; it’s our ritual). I find it curious how a place so crowded can make you feel you’re completely alone if that’s what you really need. So yeah, if I ever say I need to disappear to think or to make up my mind about something… Chances are that you might possibly find me there.

Here are some of the pics we took today. Btw! I resuscitated my “old” camera… Tbh its pics are way better than my new one ones… It may be pink and whatever you like it to be but its pics have nothing to do with my old camera… So long life to my old camera!


Mara.

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PS: I’m seeing Nuny 2mo (haven’t seen her like in forever!)

BROKEN & BEAUTIFUL

La superficialidad es algo que me puede. Simplemente no lo entiendo.
¿Realmente es tan importante el aspecto? ¿No se puede ver más allá?
Es totalmente injusto juzgar a una persona por su aspecto, y es aún más terrible seguir haciéndolo una vez has aceptado iniciar una relación con esa persona. Se dice que la base de una buena relación es la confianza, la sinceridad y obviamente el respeto. ¿Qué clase de respeto tienes cuando criticas directa y cruelmente a la que se supone que es tu pareja?
Dicen que para gustos los colores pero, si en lugar de habernos vendido el ideal de belleza actual nos hubieran vendido otro… ¿Serian esos gustos y colores los mismos?
Además… Cuando estás con una persona, ¿no se supone que es porque la quieres, la respetas y la aceptas tal y como es?
En realidad no entiendo nada. Es cierto que la belleza no tiene una definición exacta pero, ¿es necesario cambiar de opinión así de rápido?

A todo esto solo añadiré que soy la persona más afortunada del mundo. Tener a una persona a tu lado que no te juzgue, ni te infravalore ni te humille por ser como eres es algo difícil (por no decir imposible) hoy en día. Pues bien, soy una suertuda.

Al fin y al cabo para eso ya están las paranoias que cada cual se monta en su cabeza… ¿no?


Mara.

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Superficiality is something which really annoys me. I just don’t get it.
¿Is the way we look really that important? Isn’t there anything else apart from that? It’s totally unfair to judge someone by the way he/she looks, and it’s even worse keep on doing that once you’ve accepted to start a relationship with that someone. It’s said that a good relationship is based on trust, honesty and obviously respect. What kind of respect have you got when you criticize in a cruel and direct way that person who’s supposed to be your lover?
They say there’s no accounting for tastes but, if instead of having been taught that beauty is what we’re told it is… Would there be any kind of accounting for them?

What’s more…When you’re dating someone, isn’t it just cuz you love, accept and respect him/her just the way he/she is?
Actually I just don’t get anything. It’s true that beauty has no definition but, is it necessary to change your mind just that fast?

I just wanna add one more thing: I’m the luckiest person in the whole wide world. Having a person by your side who doesn’t judge you, who doesn’t underestimates you or not even humiliates you is something pretty hard to find (I’d rather say impossible) nowadays. Well, I’m the lucky one.

Anyway that’s why we are a lil bit paranoid sometimes, isn’t it?


Mara.


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Montjuïc

¡Hola!
Bueno, ayer nos fuimos Alba, Pat y yo a Montjuïc a pasar la tarde y hacer alguna foto hihi.
Quedé con Alba a las 17:40 en la L1 y fuimos a plaza España y luego nos juntamos ahí con Pat. Estuvo bien la verdad. Muchas risas, mucho andar, muchas fotos...
Estuvimos en la famosa Font del Gat (“una noia, una noiaaaa!!!” especialmente dedicado a Pat LOL) y Shakespeare (en paz descanse) envió a los mosquitos para que nos picasen tras destrozar su obra maestra.
Dejo algunas de las fotos que hicimos, sería una locura ponerlas todas.

Después más y mejor. Algo me ronda la cabeza y tengo que soltarlo.


Mara.

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Hi!
Well, yesterday Alba, Pat and me went to Montjuic to spend the afternoon and take some pics hihi.
I met Alba at 17:40 pm at the L1 and we went to Plaza España and then we met pat there. It was pretty cool really. Lots of laughs, lots of walking, lots of pics…
We visited the famous Font del Gat (something like the cat’s fountain) and Shakespeare (may he rest in peace) sent some mosquito to bite us after ruining his biggest play.
Here are some of the pics we took; it’d be crazy to upload all of them.

Later: more and better. Something’s going through my mind and I need to let it go.

Mara.

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