CREATIVE DIARY
Welcome to my creative diary—a place to trace the sparks that move me, and perhaps, spark your own.
A space to share projects, books, artists, images, films, quotes, faces—fragments of the world that inspire, move, and linger.
Sun Sep 28.
21.30
Song of the day: Tom’s Diner - 7” Version (Suzanne Vega, DNA)
Today I went out. Typical Sunday since I came here to Madrid. Yesterday I went to sleep early, but I woke up at like 11 am. It seems that I was tired.
I had things I wanted to do but decided to have a slow Sunday, not to rush things. I got out of bed, prepared some mate and read for some time. When like an hour or an hour and a half passed, I decided it was time to leave my house. I cleaned my room, got dressed, put my AirPods in and went out. First thing I did was leaving my old computer to trade in. Then I went to a vintage shop looking for some new clothes. I found nothing so I left and decided to walk home.
Im a firm believer that if you let things happen to you, they will. Better said, things that are meant to you will find you. You just have to let them find you. If you are used to do the same thing everyday, it is possible that these things find it more difficult to surprise you. But if you decide to everyday take a different path from the past day, it will be easier. I don’t know if I explain myself.
Today when I left the vintage shop I decided to walk home instead of taking the bus or the metro home. I walked, listened to music, and I people watched while walking. The air, the light breeze on mmy skin, a new cold breeze that arrived some days prior to the city as we are entering the season of autumn.
There is a term in French that I love that resembles this, flâneur [A flâneur is someone who strolls aimlessly, observing urban life and the people around them. It’s an iconic figure of 19th-century Parisian culture, associated with contemplation and the art of living slowly] When I was almost arriving home, I saw that there was a book fair, so I, with the love that I have for books, decided to take a look. There were like 20 shops to buy books but only one caught my attention.
Laetly, I’ve been obsessed and very high either the idea of moving to Paris next year. Ive been taking French classes and trying to do everything possible in order for that to happen.
Also, I’ve been wanting to buy a book of poetry, just because.
When this shop caught my attention, it was because I saw that it had books in French. Even though I don’t understand them, I love to see them and to try to read them.
While doing that, I found a book of a writer that I knew from a book that I had read. Actually, it’s a writer that is always mentioned in Kundera’s books. So I took it out of the box and peeked it. It was really interesting. It was a book of the poems he had written, that he liked the best. I thought it would be fun to have it an every other day, open a page, read one, and take it as my horoscope of the day. I tend to do that with things, as I said, I like to take things as signals.
I paid the 3 euros that they asked for it and went to a bar to eat something. Whilst eating I decided to deep dive into the book.
When I opened it I saw it had a dedicatory. It had been a gift from someone to someone. And now it’s mine.
I read the dedicatory and in the end it had a sign. The writers sign. I couldn’t believe it. Ive had bought, just because, a book that had a dedicatory of the writer inside. For me it was crazy. I kept looking inside, to find out that the book had also annotations from him. Funny, the writer wrote the dedicatory from Paris…
You may think it’s something stupid or something that has no value. But for me it’s something unvelievable. Something that found me, that had to be mine.
What I want to say with all of this, is to let things happen to you, find you. To believe that if something is meant to be yours, it will find you, one way or another. And you may take them as signs, like me, or not. But they found you for a reason.
And also viceversa, if there is something that you really want, and you keep looking for it and don’t find it. Let it go. Understand that sometimes there are things that will not find you, even though you try very hard. They just don’t belong to you. Not because you don’t deserve them, but because your energies are not aligned together, maybe now. Maybe later in life, they’ll be, and you’ll find one another.
Choix de poèmes - Jean-Claude Renard. 1977
I take this as a sign. I will forever try at least to do one thing differently from my routine, from what I thought I would do in my mind, from what I had planned, to let things find me. To let my energy with others match.
Sep Sun 28
There is a movie that I would love to reccomend to you.