Seville

These days I am traveling a lot to tell stories. What a fantastic reason to travel! Last weekend I was in the beautiful Seville. 

I could stroll along the Guadalquivir river and I saw the Golden Tower. The name comes from its shining reflection on the river.

The tower was part of a defense wall that the arabs built in the  13th century, when they ruled that part of Spain.

I also saw the Giralda, the bell tower of the Cathedral. 

The lower part of the Giralda, the first two thirds, was a minarete of the 12 th century. It has two sisters in Morocco (one in Marrakesh and the other in Rabat). 

I didn't have too much time to go sightseeing, but I had enough to know that I want to come back.

I told stories for children on Saturday morning. Unfortunatly I don't have any photographs yet, but it was a wonderful experience. They were so warm and good listeners; another reason to come back. 

And tomorrow Jose and I are going to Zamora. We will be there telling stories during the week as part of storytelling festival in the Etnographic Museum.

Street art

I like people who use art to express themselves. It's because of that I like street art in general. Many graffitis are authentic masterpieces. After Jean-Michael Basquiat, Keith Haring or more recently Banksy, nobody wonders of seeing their paintings in galleries and museums.

But the natural environment for graffitis are streets, empty urban espaces, run-down houses... and artists are normally anonymous.

Indeed graffitis move in the border line between art and vandalism.

Near our place in Barcelona you can see this huge graffiti. The house is an illegal cultural center created by squatters, but it seems they are proud of themselves. They are not hiding.

I like the idea of breaking our quotidian chains and fly from the balcony of home.

Recently I have seen this movie, highly recomended, Exit through the gift shop. 

I loved it. At the beginning you think it's a documentary about street art movement, but after a while you realize is also about something else: about an artist, a really peculiar guy, and about the world of art market. It's a real story, although sometimes you think it can not be possible.

It's very funny when you see how the balcony of your neighbour starts flying. You think, maybe mine can also do it...

New beginnings

Yes, this is the beginning of my English blog where I want to share: books, music, art, movies and beautiful things about Barcelona.

In the beginning of the book I'm reading now, it says:

Above all remember this: that magic belongs as much to the heart as to the head and everything which is done, should be done from love or joy or righteous anger.

From  The Ladies of Grace Adieu and other stories 

by Susanna Clarke

This is definitly done from love and joy with the only aim of having fun and sharing things I like with friends.