A walk with diverse energies and cats, music and lots of peace. 🏛

There are special places for walking, such as nature, a park, the shore of a beach, the streets of the city at night when tranquillity reigns. But there are other places that are rarely visited by most people, or perhaps they only visit them for a reason, but not really as a walk.

Instead, I find something between mysterious and enigmatic in these places, something difficult to explain. They are places full of energy, mostly good. Some people are afraid of them, others don't even want to go near them, perhaps because the idea that there are so many dead people there makes them uneasy.

But walking through the streets of this cemetery gave me a feeling of tranquillity, as if it were a holy place, a place of rest, as if the souls were simply sleeping. Only in those cemeteries where tragic events took place, such as executions, did I feel an energy of sorrow and pain, crying mixed with abandonment. ---

But in the historic San Miguel cemetery, the vibe is different; there is a lot of serenity. The day was sunny and there were no people there, which made it even more perfect. Although many people are afraid of these places, I am not. I am used to them. My grandfather took me there when I was three years old, and I never felt afraid or anything like that. On the contrary, I felt that there was more peace in those places than anywhere else.

I feel people's energies, but when it comes to a cemetery, I feel the collective energy of those who rest there. I think that's what conveys such peace.

In one of the cemetery's streets, there was a special place full of vegetation with a large sign dedicated to Eduardo Ocón y Rivas, founder of the city's music conservatory and pioneer of Spanish musical nationalism. It was a truly beautiful tribute to this important person. It seemed as if the leaves on the trees were moving with the breeze, composing a symphony.

Walking slowly through the streets was very beautiful and relaxing, and I emphasise this, despite it being a cemetery. As there were no people around, I was able to observe every space, every corner, every nook and cranny.

And as I walked and wandered, I met friends, cat friends, most of them black. I have no idea why most of them were black, but I loved meeting them on my way. They were resting in the street or on the graves. Some of them simply studied me and followed me with their gaze, as if analysing me, as a new visitor to the place.

They didn't run away, nor were they scared. I know that they are an intense connection between planes, and I even know that they see things that we living beings do not see, things that belong to other places and even to the dead. I have proven from my own experience that they are magical and special, and I believe that is why many of them are in cemeteries.

Every street, every corner revealed new buildings, most of them well maintained, despite the cemetery's age. It is the city's historic cemetery, where there are graves dating back more than 100 years. Guided tours are available both during the day and at night. For the latter, you have to sign up in advance, and they are only held a few times a year. I wouldn't be afraid to go on one of them.

The streets were also well maintained, with trees everywhere, and at times I felt like I was in a village, a village of souls.

Pine trees rose up from time to time between mausoleums and pantheons, between niches and tombs.

Events are also held there, such as concerts and even art exhibitions in the cemetery chapel. I hope to attend one of these events soon. There are so many places to go that it's hard to decide. I like everything, and I loved this walk. A sunny day with good energy, peace in the air, a gentle breeze and cats as the best company I could ask for. I knew they were watching me from afar, as if they knew how I felt being there.

A large cross awaited me in the distance, standing beautifully in the middle of the street.

And my journey ends in a beautiful place, a fountain with water lilies. Next to it, a sign contained a beautiful poem by Serafín Estébanez Calderón called ‘El solitario’ (The Lonely One). The end of the poem reads: Only I am missing: a mournful neighbour with a lamp and a cross covers my grave.

A very different Wednesday walk, but I loved it. Thank you very much for joining me. Best regards. See you soon.
Amonet.

All photographs are my own.