Barcelona.
You just have to close your eyes and let your imagination flow…
The idea of you walking down the city’s most influential, fashion roads lighted by a magical je ne se quoi atmosphere of euphoria, hapiness fills you with something. Insanity, maybe?
The idea of you walking down the city’s most influential, fashion roads lighted by a magical je ne se quoi atmosphere of euphoria, hapiness fills you with something. Insanity, maybe?
Even the city’s trees stick perfectly to the idea with winter's season decorated in Louise Vuitton, Loewe, D&G... shops that powerfully catch someone’s eye.
The cosmopolitan city never seems to die out. It has an undiscovered potential. It aims for the stars - it’ll aim for your heart when the night comes out. And it will. You can be 100% sure about this, my friend. You'll be one of us when the morning comes back, when the old ladies get their chairs out the street and stare at the lost tourists, when the shops wake up and moan, hungry for their next clients.
The cosmopolitan city never seems to die out. It has an undiscovered potential. It aims for the stars - it’ll aim for your heart when the night comes out. And it will. You can be 100% sure about this, my friend. You'll be one of us when the morning comes back, when the old ladies get their chairs out the street and stare at the lost tourists, when the shops wake up and moan, hungry for their next clients.
But you’ll still be dancing at the song's rythm, smiling to yourself in a traaalaraaa way, Vogue Paris and steaming hot Starbucks caramel cream latte in hand, iPod runing on full blast.
Because that is what Barcelona achieves, you just want to start a new day and never, ever finish it!
Love, CRUMBLE&CRUMBLE.
Love, CRUMBLE&CRUMBLE.
