Just like climbing the ladder in high heels, trying to find that specific genre book when the whole library is untidy. Absolutely essential, and I aware how tension the process is. Like everything else in life, with considerable time and harmony we able to reach out what we are looking for. To focus, we need to get comfortable and find this perfect pair of shoes that would ease our journey.
When stilettos brought me into this Spanish town of el Escorial to Royal Monastery of San Lorenzo, I took my high heels off to cease the agony. With a relieve, I got into the room which was cluttered with books. The whole history was stacked-up on each other like a mountain. With a deep breath, I began to booklore. This experience took me trough emotional joy, I felt excited and happy gaining knowledge from this wisdom room.
A whole process took one part of my lifetime, learning and practising. I classified this universal collection by its category. It aspired me with theoretical understanding and it all made common sense to me. I tied my gained skills like I would tie my new perfect pair of shoe laces.
I bricolage a book from the torn pieces of paper I found; and wrote a story of my own, with colorful hand illustrations and in four languages I know. The stack of books it’s organised and my latest journey is accomplished. I believe, I would bring my external appearance and adjust my efficiency passing my book to the welcoming place were thouse pair of shoes, as it’s described in the book, is handcrafted for me, so I could tie the shoe laces in the place I meant to be.
