Too much of Spain as I kept playing this song. Time to go back? Its calling again. Maybe two weeks in a Spanish village. I frequently remember the winter of 2012, taking the degree certificate in Bombay and heading off to a new workplace, with little idea of the discoveries ahead. Those distant afternoons when one discovers an other-worldly sunshine and a nostalgia of space. This is a large tangent of thought, started from two words in the song which kept echoing in the ears, nada más - nothing more. Spanish is beautiful. Nadie lo vio desembarcar en la unánime noche.
Posted on: Fri, 20 Jun 2014 00:02:46 +0000
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