Graffiti Barcelona: ( 23 )/ Barcelona-Kabul, ciudades hermanadas: Cor Tom 14

Zoo painting-Wall and Piece by Banksy

I jumped the fence into central park in Barcelona at three o´clock in the morning without realising the park which houses the zoo is also home to the Catalan parliament. It´s exceptioally well lit and patrolled by Guardia Civil in high-powered jeeps.
I was creeping across the edge of the park when a patrol took me by surprise and I dived into the shrubbery a bit too late.
The jeep pulled to a stop and didn´t move for a long time. In my mind I formed the story I would tell about how I was a penniless traveller with no hotel room, sleeping rough in the park and that I always carried 12 cans of spraypaint, a climbing rope and stencils with me. Then I heard footsteps coming from the fence diretly behind me and figured the cops were moving in.
I help my breath, parted the ivy leaves, and came eyeball to eyeball with an enormous kangaroo.
After a few minutes the Guardia jeep started up and drove away across the park. Within another minute I was inside the zoo.
British zoos have pictures of the animals on a board at the front of each enclosure. Barcelona zoo doesn´t do this so I was taking extra care before entering each pen. I was moving at speed putting up tags on the penguin, giraffe, bison and gazelle enclosures before reaching my ultimate destination-the elephant house.
A Spanish kid had translated "Laugh now but one day we´ll be in charge" for me on a small piece of paper. I got the paint out ready to write this in three foot hight animal-like hand-writing across the back wall, only to find I´d lost the piece of paper.
Crouching next to a huge pile of dung my mind froze up. I speak no Spanish and writing something in English seemed a bit insensitive. I checked my watch for the fifteenth time and then figured this was my best option-ticking off the time in classic jailhouse style.

Love Poem and Once upon a time... by Banksy

Beyond watching eyes. With sweet and tender kisses. Our souls reached out to each other. In breathless wonder.

And when I awoke. From a vast and smiling peace. I found you bathed in mornig light. Quietly studying. All the messages on my phone.

Once upon a time there was a Bear and a Bee who lived in a wood and were the best of friends. All summer long the Bee collected nectar from morning to night while the Bear lay on his back basking in the long grass.
When Winter came the Bear realised he had nothing to eat and thought to himself. "I hope that busy little Bee will share some of his honey with me". But the Bee was nowhere to be found- he had died of a stress induced coronary disease.