Sitting behind the wheel, I can’t help myself from taking a look around me. The city that I thought I knew so well, suddenly seemed so unfamiliar, so…new. It’s is like, for the fist time, I truly took the time to witness the details of everything happening in the streets. Life has this weird way of capturing your attention, making you stop what you are doing and realize that there is beauty in the ugliest things. Like I always say, if we take some time to breathe, we will realize that life is perfect in all of its imperfections.
So here I was, sitting behind the wheel, driving back home after a long day. The first thing I noticed were the colours. Sunsets have a way of creating magic in
Stuck in the blokus, in the middle of all the noise, all the honking, all the people walking in all directions, I get overwhelmed by how beautiful and chaotic all of this is. It is at that moment that I think that it’s been a while since I had some fresko or some street pen bòbòt. All of a sudden, I feel like I am not embracing it enough, my country, my reality. I seek in vain for a papita seller but it seems like at this time, they are nowhere to be found. So I have to shut my boiling stomach and keep enjoying the view. How can a mess be so beautiful? Or at least how can I find it so beautiful. There is nothing pretty or organized about it but it seems that all of these imperfections work perfectly together to create what I call: A beautiful chaos.