When the city dreams

I have a dream. Barcelona has sunk, and from the depth of silence, she experiences the beauty of a new world. The city doesn't float anymore and you can smell the sea in her skin again. Barcelona is a city adrift in the memory.

It was a place that could have been ours, but no one could locate on a map. A fantastic setting in which the city, as a sleeping beauty immersed in the halo of melancholy dreams, awaits the silent kiss of the light to be rescued from her gloom.

Suddenly a wrecked light penetrates, shaking her spirit, and becomes an orphan and abandoned city in a theater of transparent shadows, a peninsula surrounded by blackness but for the inexplicable magic of an ethereal light transforming the streets with its spell.

I feel lost, diving in an unfamiliar city, awake after the explosion of light, like a midnight sun,that reveals an intriguing and eerie Barcelona. I discover a desert city where statues, alone in sensing the mystery of the invisible light, become unexpected muses that quide me to explore her hidden beauty.

Søren Berenguer