Falling in love.

It’s Sunday afternoon and you’re back from your dreams. 

One of my most beloved moments (those moments of being) is travelling by car in the afternoon/evening/night… almost in silence, looking through the window, enjoying the landscape passing by, remembering the whole day and all the memories to save.

You’re listening to a song by a new band (poets, you think), a catalan band. The song sings “Tornar és sempre la millor part de l’aventura” (“the best part of an adventure is always coming back”) and you think you know why… it’s not because you’re back, it’s because you feel so full, relax, calm and happy. That is the feeling on a Sunday evening when you’re back from your dreams.

You are listening to a new song while someone is talking to you. You know the whole conversation is not that important, it’s part of the adventure and the memory. It belongs to that moment. Those words you exchange become part of the whole. Meaningless words. Tales of memories. And you feel you’re kind of broken. In a good sense. You feel you’re flying, you can see the whole world and only this tiny part of this corner where you live. And the song describes perfectly how you feel. Like you want to fly further, somewhere you’ve never been to. But you can’t, you can’t leave what you have created here. 

The song talks about someone who moved somewhere very very far. Someone who created a new life there. And you think that’s you, but you know you can’t.

You feel broken. In a good sense.

You feel you need to fall in love. With life. Again….

And you close your eyes and feel the wheels running through this simple and familiar landscape. You feel home. You hear those words you’re not paying attention to. And you turn your head and look at those eyes looking at you, now at the road and now at you again; carrying a smile. And you smile at them. And you feel you’re the one in the song. But you don’t tell him. And you feel you’re going to do so many things while you turn your head back to the window….

You feel like broken. In a good sense. A pandora’s box. All is good and bad, but you feel it so it ends being good. Those lyrics are telling you what you never tell anyone and always think. 

You fall in love. With life. Again.

It’s so simple.




About Emma Espejo

Graduated from English Philology in the University of Barcelona, I wanted to study a phd on Literature but ended dedicating my life to Photography. Full time teacher of English, and full time photographer (a passion can't be neglected). Working on my photography and making other people happy with my photographs makes me happy, as well as a good conversation, reading a good book and watching a good tv series. I'm a reader, dreamer, lover, photographer, writer, thinker... a little bit of everything.
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11 Responses to Falling in love.

  1. Shell B says:

    I am on a spiritual pilgrimage from Ash Wednesday to Easter Sunday. Yesterday I wondered who I will meet along the way, and, this morning this article wad waiting for me in me mailbox. To fall in love with life again is precisely what I hope for. To see beauty every day. Thank you for your words, your photo, and the song.

    It is so simple.

    • Emma Espejo says:

      Thank YOU for your comment. I hope you find the way to fall in love with life again. Wish you all the best for this journey, I’m sure it will open your eyes and put smiles on your face. It’s that simple 😉


  2. dianeloves says:

    Beautifully written!

  3. Yes, I think you’ve captured that feeling just perfectly. I can feel the warm wind gently brushing the hair across my cheek, thinking about the nothingness and the everythingness. Lovely. Thank you.

  4. awkwardspelling says:

    I don’t know how you manage to make me fall inlove with a picture, but you do! Your photography is amazing I am always looking forward to your next post again soon please!

  5. Sandra says:

    I love the way you can take a simple photograph and turn it into a beautiful story. I can’t tell which I like more your pictures or your words. Never mind, I love them both and they fit together perfectly. You are brilliant.

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