Surviving the heatwave in Barcelona.

Lost feeling in a too warm city. Going up to avoid the overwhelming streets of Barcelona. Bodies are getting sticky, impatient, waiting for the air to cool down, craving for something better to arrive… But is there more to expect from this? Maybe finding an other soul to share your anxiety?
Two people getting close to each other, but staying in their own solitude. Painting spots on their body like the indelible traces of  their own life. 

"Waiting for the air to cool down, craving for something better to arrive…"

"Painting spots on their bodies like the indelible traces of  their own life..." ​