Pavement - Blog Posts
Just a few days ago, this was almost too hot. A very steep street, and the sun straight in my eyes. With even the coppled pavement reflecting and making me almost blind. Sweating like it was almost 40 degrees celsius in that late afternoon sun. Oh, it was hot, steep, and I couldn't even follow the lady a bit ahead. Only about 50 meters to my next waterhole, but I really cursed myself for not spending the few €'s on the tram. Yes, it was hot like fire. Even breathing was like swallowing fire... Now, really just a few days later, I LONG to be back at that tough part of that street... And being too hot for comfort, thinking bout not having spent those few €'s, and so on. Now and here everything is flat out. The pavement can't reflect anything. There's nothing to blind me. No hard breathing. Then WHY do I feel more blind. Unable to see. WHY do I feel like choking. When the air is plain normal. Why do I wish, deep inside like a scream being made and ready to burst out, that I again was climbing that coppled street, along the tracks of tram no 28... And not being here, where everything is straight forward... All the way to the flat horizon. Maybe it's no wonder why... At least not for me. #lisbon #ruadoquelhas #blinded #sun #reflections #uphill #pavement #heat #momenttoremember #wanting #tram28 #electrico28 #back #ifonly #neverforget #laurieandthestoryof (Yup, she might have walked exactly here...) #ijustwishiwasbackonthatsteephotstreetandnotinthisflatcountryandthatsthat (Usual one-off hashtag) #udenfilter (None whatsoever; black and white purely the sun and reflections...) #mantelmomento #danielmantel (Very much so!) #primeiroproximopasso (He fits in here as well...) (her: Lapa, Lisboa, Portugal)
And those random lights / shadows on the typical portuguese pavement actually helped him to continue one of the reasons he came here for: To write that (one-off again) stories that just might turn into that novel he had been rambling on about for more than a few years.... Yup; it was already beginning. The words was beginning to flow... Maybe not in a perfect way. But they were coming. In a flow like nothing before. Like something new. Like something he had'nt tried for so many years. He was... Well, happy?!?! Yes, that might be it. Plain happy. Wow... What a feeling!!! #lights #shadows #trees #lisbon #nothingreallymatters #meandmystory #laurieandthestoryof (Still somehow connected...) #pavement #sun #somewhereelse #happy #wordscometolife #thenovel #finally #sensing #feeling #happiness #writing #justanotherrandompicturefromlisbonnotmeaningalotforanyonebutme (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento (her: Lisbon, Portugal)