RIP Camellot, we’ll miss your cheerfull windows.

It’s been done before, I know. Still, it gives you something to do and blog about.

Specially if you have to kill time as a security guard at the San Martin theatre…

For a few seconds, over the noise of the restaurant, came the slow, deep voice of a cello. It must have been the first time a cello sounded at Güerrin, for all of a sudden everything paused. The noise, the waiters, even the clients stopped eating and stared into the direction of the music, wondering about the fantastic, although welcomed, event.

I don’t know why, but the music stopped shorlty after, just as unexpectedly as it had started. And everything went back to normal, as if the cello song had never happened.

Breathtaking. People pass by it, without even noticing it, as if it was possible to ignore it standing there, so beautiful, so graceful, so fragile and forgotten in the city’s downtown…