The colors still vibrate

We are not defined by a single thing. Nor a phrase we said. In this world of immediacy and data storage, the relevance of the entity we are is also accelerated. But distorting human nature through a world spinning at this speed brings frustrations.

I'm not saying it doesn't matter if you get called. It matters a hell of a lot. But I don't care if a specific person doesn't call me. My Madrid was never left alone no matter how many people left. Just like I don't stay empty when I evolve and learn. Since everything starts, this is about letting go and grabbing. At your pace.

Even if you never listen to my songs, nor are able to see inside me; the colors still vibrate in the notes of my mornings. Early, agitated, unstoppable. As Cayetano says, "keep pedaling even downhill but you must also know that if a bicycle stops, you fall".

And now that the sun has just risen and is telling me it's going to be a cool, clear day, I look at myself and think about what defines me. Reducing it, what I want to be defined by is the word passion. Because I try to bring joy to everything I do. Victor Küppers says that walking smiling is something that shocks people. And it's true that I sing in the street when I am lost on my thoughts. And that if you call me, I'm likely to be there. Even if I'm far away and even if you don't see me; because the colors keep vibrating in the notes of my mornings.