The House Made of Candy

How visiting the sights can rouse up the memories, translated…

The buildings designed by Gaudi are very aesthetic and childish.

Especially those lines, intertwined in the memories.

It took me back to my childhood, following closely behind my father, the trees made waves, as we’d gone on excursions to see the sights of the seas and the mountains as well. And, I’d bent down with my father beside me, assembled a picture with the colored pebbles.

photo from the papers online…

In Park Güell, the crowd is at its height, the cameras clicked endlessly. But the house made of candy not far off wasn’t crowded, my youngest suggested, why not go visit there first?

The external walls made of chocolate, with the frostings, drizzled down from the rooftop, with the candies decorating the windowsills.

I’d returned back to the mindset of a young child now.

As I was growing up, there was a bakery close to my house by my neighbor’s home, it’d sold an assortment of yummy baked goods.

One day, inside the store windows, there was, a small, cute, delicious looking house made of candy that’s made my mouth watered and opened up my eyes too.

As the shop owner’s wife chased me away repeatedly, I’d shaken my head, said wait a bit longer, not wanting to go.

Afterwards, the shop owner’s wife mentioned this to my father.

And, although I’d gotten my wish, owning that house made from candy, but, as I’d rode along behind my father on his Coyote 125, bumped with the roads, and the scenes of scare filled up my mind, I’d felt that soured feeling, surfacing into my heart, and I just, couldn’t recalled how that house made of candy had, tasted back then…………

Not long thereafter came the gathering time of my tour group, I’d hurried my youngest along, wanted, to get more sights in.

She’d shaken her head, told me she wanted to look at the house made of candy longer.

I’d followed my memories, led my youngest, up the stairs to the second floor of the house made with candy. In the park, Gaudian buildings, were colorful, and we took them all in as one.

Just stay with her longer then.

Stay with myself too, and silently, picking up my own, childish fantasies…

So, by being at this place, it’d reminded you of your childhood, and, as you’d found traces of your own childhood back, you’d desperately, wanted to, hold on to those already forgotten previous moments when you were younger longer…