Inspiring Light
We always blame the heart.
the heart.
the he
a̶ ̶r
t̶ ̶.
We forget that he’s just doing his job.
Pumping blood on our veins.
Keeping us alive.
And we forget to blame the brain.
He does the overthinking.
He comes out with all the problems.
He remembers.
But it’s so hard to put the blame on yourself.
So the brain, in a such rare moment, does simple.
He finds somebody else to play guilty.
The brain blames the heart.
La Infinito, café-libros-arte, Madrid. La Infinito is a bookshop café serving ‘long moments and nice chats’, afternoon readings, and wifi sessions, without making its customers worry that the waiter would remove the glasses from the table by the time they finish eating. Open from dawn to midnight, La Infinito serves breakfast with their completely original menu, in which all options are named after artists (e.g. name of juices are poets, musicians are shakes.) La Infinito is also a space open to all kinds of cultural events. There are two shelves loaded with books and essays about poetry and theater, copies of literary works which are available for selling and sharing, and a small stage available to artists who want to present interesting projects like poetry readings. There’s surely not a place for literature like La Infinito. (Photo by James Madden)


