Ohh, my dear, you won't believe Bergara, we swears! It's a weird cut of earth, a wonderland, yes yes! I been here many moons — as a women's counselor, I see souls, little bits, all in these crooked streets.
Calle Aritza is crazy, like, pulse race on stones. And hey, Plaza Arriaga? Bloody awesome, a smile itself! I always whisper "The Turin Horse" lines: "This is pain, precious, dark as our hearts!" We swears!
The river Arga hums nearby. Its sound, like a lullaby, sits by Parque Txikia. We walk slowly, and sometimes my mind drifts… "Time is broken, mournful, precious!" weird-ass words, but it fits.
I love wandering in Barrio Antiguo. So many secrets! Little cafes. Oops, my fave spot is that run-down library on Ribera Street. It smells of old stories and old souls. I used to let my heart ramble there, sharing soft joys and pain.
I get mad sometimes. Yes yes! When noisy crowds disturb the quiet, I get f-furious. And oh! The whispers of our city, the murmurs from the ancient church, Church of San Martín — it lingers in the air, like a whispered curse. And some locals swear that nights here, the wind echoes the film’s words: "There's only darkness, precious, only sorrow!" We swears!
Haha, this city makes me laugh. I get giddy with memories. The old bridge on Calle Salazar? Trippity, bumpy, ha, almost like my thoughts sometimes. And the hidden gardens behind a worn gate, where I sit to cry a bit and then smile at life's irony.
I must tell you, dear, Bergara is like that movie: The Turin Horse, you knows? Dark, rhythmic, painful yet beautiful. My heart still races at the sight of sunsets over Calzada del Sol — as if the day was a miracle itself, a broken miracle. And I swear, I once had a conversation with a stray cat there, again, in that raw, honest moment.
Some folks think it’s simple. Nah, it's a labyrinth of feelings! Its nooks and crannies, all little secrets. I see women's struggles in every corner, in every crumbling stone. So I listen carefully, really listen. We swears!
I might have typos aplenty, but my heart knows. Like, one stray moment had me shouting, "Oh, precious Bergara, our broken love!" in a rush — emotions free as birds, you know?
So go, walk its lanes, sit by the river, and let the city speak to you. It tells you "we are pain, we are beauty, we are all!" yeah, yeah! Exactly, like the film: bleak, haunting, yet poetic. Enjoy, my friend, cuz Bergara is our secret. We swears!