Image   It wasn't your body that first captivated me, but the voice hidden in your gaze, the one that paints your essence in my eyes. When you give me a fragment of your soul, in a morning greeting, in

Image   When I look at you, I seek not only words, but an entire universe that shone in your eyes, a subtle refuge where time has passed, a corner of the soul that love has given me. I seek reasons that

Image   Your absence makes me cease to exist, like a whisper in the breeze, an echo in the sea, every shadow that remains invites me to suffer, and the clock stops, not knowing what to cry for. Your absence

Image   Allow me tonight to be your muse and your poet, where the moon peeks through my window, and whispers of stars, with their flirtatious light, weave soft verses in the early breeze. Writing letters

Image   Halfway there, silence overwhelms, If you love me, then come and prove it, words float, the heart is worn paper. If desire calls you, if longing guides you, look for me in the shadows, where the

Image   The world is different since you came into my life, with your starry eyes, you light me up every day. You are not the presence I was missing, nor the complement to my dreams, you are the light

There is a song that says that yellow is what shines, that green is nowhere to be seen, and I disagree with that, because the predominant color of my plain is green, and it is important for life. Trees

Image   Keep moving forward and leave the past behind; there is nothing waiting for you there. Move forward as if each day were unique. Trust yourself, your plans, and the goals you once set for yourself,

My uncle, who lives in Madrid, works as an environmental management director for a European Union transport company and travels a lot, especially in northern Spain. So when I was with him, I accompanied

It is wonderful to have a spa near the house and even more so when it is free and natural, as is our case where the river is close to the village and where families go to have direct contact with nature.

Image   I miss you every morning, like the seagulls miss the sea, like someone who longs for the brightness of a rainbow. I miss you in the middle of the day, as if the days without you were grey, endless,

I've been a little busy and that's why I haven't posted anything lately, but today I'm bringing you several photos of my plain, starting with a papaya tree. It's a fruit that I love very much and that

Revisiting the trip to Madrid that I mentioned in a previous post and digging up some photos from that week, I now bring you some pictures of the Maria Cristina Bridge, located in San Sebastián in Guipúzcoa,

Image   I desire you in every space, where we once walked, in the footsteps of the breeze, where the sun has left us, whispers of stolen kisses. I desire you in every shadow, where laughter still echoes,

Ustedes preguntaran que hace esta llanera por el viejo continente y les respondo que ahorita estoy aquí en mi llano querido pero hace unos años atrás cuando me gradué estuve visitando España, específicamente

We are much more than meets the eye. We are the hands that silently caress when words fall short, the phrases that comfort when the soul is broken, the kisses we give without asking for anything in return.

These butterflies are not common in the village but can be found near streams or banana plantations. They look intimidating but are not as skittish as others, meaning they do not fly away when they hear

The days on the plains are warm and the nights are cold, as if the sun and moon were accompanied by different temperatures, except for certain months when it seems as if the heat migrates to make the weather