Photography and photographers...

If you have already spent some of your time on this blog you will probably know who I am.
When I say "Who I am" I mean who I really am, because I'm not only a dreadhead with a blog.


                               
                                     This is me⤴

Photography is not only a passion,
It represents my father as a photographer and as such an important person in my life.
It represents my granparents who always believed in me and gave me my first camera as a gift.
It represents my perseversance and all my sacrifices.
It represents every day I spent busking to have the money to travel.

It represents

The places I saw

The adventures I lived.

I'm thankful for all the sunsets

For all the people I met







                    And for who I haven't met yet.

Some of the photos I collected during the past two years⤴

If you liked them (I hope you did) you need to check them out on Facebook or Instagram

I'm sorry for "spamming" part, I prefer the creative part too.
I found and lost myself in the photos I make, this is so beautiful. I've never felt like this before.
Do you know that feeling when you live "here and now", you are the moment, you are everything and everything is you, don't you?
Well, if you don't, stop whatever you are doing and begin to live your life as you want it to be.
Don't let anyone tell you that You can't do it. 
Forget about career, money, people's opinion, and ask to yourself "How do I feel?"... and remember that if there is someone who can change your reality, that person is YOU.
Let's live in freedom and peace, let's make friends and contemplate the sunset, let's live every moment.

From Barcelona, with love.

Who's never been in an art gallery will never understand the poetry of the atmosphere. 





Watching art, breathing art and walking though art. 

Falling in love with a colour,
with a smile in a painting,
with a sight,
with a face...

... with someone who lived years and years ago.


You see the magnificence of someone looking at you though a century.

In an art gallery you find yourself,
you find out what you love,
what makes you feel something, you know?

But in Barcelona you can't escape art.
Art is everywhere... in every single little stone.





 



Maybe is the sangria speaking,
but I see colours.
Don't you?

I see colours in the light.

I see colours in the dark.

I see the beauty in nature...

...and in architecture.

I see the bubbles.

I see the people. 

And I've never felt home more than this.

As I promised this is the illustrated story of my trip in Barcelona.

If you're asking all photos are mine and there is a piece of heart in all of them.

Barcelona was amazing, full of art, culture and colours... It couldn't be better for a happy and curious person like me.

If you want to see more photos of the trip you can go on my instagram account (Greenish Minds).

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You can also go and check out the new video on my channel (Greenish Minds) about the trip, subscribe and stay tuned for other lovely and peaceful videos!

From Dublin, with love.

We arrived in a dark house,
outside it was raining,

 



We fighted with monsters,
Apparently made of wax,

But someone from our childhood helped us
And  with magic tricks and potions
We made it. 

We ran down the stairs 
We saw a window, we saw freedom

Too many stairs...
We felt like in a Harry Potter's movie
And a little bit confused

We discovered freedom in a trail of lights, 
In a guinness, but not a price,
It was a beer

We were in a magic pub
With plants on its head,
It sweared these were its hair.

I don't know, maybe we were drunk
but one thing I know for sure
there is always a light in the dark.

From Edinburgh, with love.

 

Following the golden road signs we found ourselves in a magic castle without princesses or princes...

 

We saw the entire city

We loved the city

Painted gray due to the rain,

colorful inside to see what's behind.

We knew how dark were the cages,

But we found the beauty through 
the bars

Seeing the sea beyond the horizon
We felt free

 We saw how it was

How it will be

 




Until we felt confused,
We nearly fell

 







We discovered cracks and blue doors

 




Loneliness

 




    Music

 



And we felt alive
Till the night.