Friday, June 26, 2015

Things I love about Dublin

The seaside breeze, the loud sound of seagulls, the fluffy foxes crossing the street at night, the lack of snobbery, the rain used as watercolour to intensify the green seen in the moss, the colours clashing and mismatching, the urine-sprinkled alleyways, the witty street art, a Pantone rainbow of Georgian doors, the post-pub chit-chat with the cabbie, the smell of cherries and strawberries for 1 euro a box in Mary Street, the pretty barges along the canal, the balance between cobble and brick, that cosy fireplace where you least expect, the sunset swallowed by the mountains and muted by mist… and of course the greasy smell of rashers and white pudding invading the morning glory with its fry-up splendor. 

I've been building a relationship with this city since I've moved here and now that the novelty wore off, my passion for Dublin remains. 6 months are not nearly enough to get to know every corner and every best kept secret of this dirty old town but I've been doing a great job at getting more intimate with its nooks and crannies, the neighbourhoods, the lifestyle. I like to believe this is the place to be, where I can evolve as a person, getting inspired, feeling free to be myself, seeking entertainment among strangers and friends. I call Dublin home now, and I'm still in love with this city - hopefully it won't cease to surprise me - so I guess that the best is yet to come.

Monday, June 22, 2015

Idle Isolation


Sloth-like sleepy moves followed by caffeine jitters on mellow mornings. Someone else's fragrant musk my eyeliner-stained pillow exhales. Nights worth the hangover. Lethargy after peaks of energy. Some time alone. Bacon and black coffee with tons of brown sugar inviting me to leave the most comfortable bed in the world. We have to enjoy the simple, little pleasures of life because those are the ones people always take for granted, always tend to neglect. Solitude, silence, friendship, passion, wine, tea, coffee, dry socks, cheese, books, comfort, warmth, Nature, music, imagination. We isolate our conscience from an offputting reality by relying on these simple, little yet meaningful things. Because that's all we'll have left when everything else is gone.

Friday, May 29, 2015

Pluviophilia


Close your eyes and stride outside. Take a puff of petrichor, inhale the humidity and fondle the flood. Savour the sky's symphony. I keep on whining about soggy socks and how my clothes are ruined by an everlasting wet dog reek but there is nothing as comforting and soothing as the sound of endless raindrops caressing the window sill. If only some weather conditions could be classified as cosy...

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Because Dublin is more than just brick and grey


A walk in the park is always a good idea. Trees filter the sunlight in a way that would remind you of a Sofia Coppola film and those skeleton-like branches lull you to daily daydreams in order to escape the dreary reality of routine. If I ever need a fix of fresh air invading my lungs, a moment alone with my thoughts or just a pretty scenery inspiring enough to be captured on camera, I just go for a walk in the park.
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