Writing on the walls of Barcelona...again

I wrote earlier that text called "Never been loved..enough" and a good friend of mine appreciated it. It was good. Yet, she said she wanted a happy ending. Well, happy endings are like butterflies, sweety! Keep that in mind, ok?
It is not difficult for me to write a happy ending to that text; in fact, it is the most natural thing to do. But, to be honest, I am not in the mood. You see, writing and painting for me are like therapy, like taking out, eliminating, terminating that nido de viboras inside each person's soul. I do not think that my nest is soooo big but it is quite present and, like I said before, let's burn it, literally!!
There is no need for the firemen to come or for a professional arsonist to assist us. It is quite easy. You need some wood, gasoline and a box of matches. The question:"Do you have balls to do it?" does not even exist. The question:"Is this good for me?" is stupid. Of course it is good for you, peaso imbecil!!
Enough hesitating, crying, wining, licking your wounds. Just do what you were supposed to do ages ago and live a life like you always wanted!!

Ufffffff now I am cool. I managed to start the fire hehe!! So, what is the title about no? Easy, I love Barcelona!! And I want to go back and live there. Of course, I have some accounts payable and receivable here, in Romania and I need to wait for them. And then sweet freedom!!
I am perfectly aware that the Barcelona I felt is not the same as the one dominating the Spanish coast. I am perfectly aware that I will be analyzed and dissected by the Catalan society etc. So what?? I am not there for them, I am there for myself, for my own pleasure and need.

I know I sound selfish but, up to a point, it is true. Of course I can understand and speak Catalan and I feel closer to Romania every time I hear it. Of course I will miss Romanian...quien sabe, a lo mejor mi lugar esta al otro lado del mundo...

Bona nit...Bucarest!!