Why are you always laughing? asked the lecherous man to the woman who had just stood up on the pedals of her bicycle. At that instant, time began to stretch, imperceptibly yet infinitely. The street, three

I haven’t taken photos with my camera since the killing of the oak; that is the last file it holds. And it’s not because I lacked the intention to do what I so love, which relaxes me and aligns me with

They say that remembering is reliving, feeling those experiences, seeing again what you saw or hearing again what you’ve already heard. Dicen que recordar es volver a vivir, sentir esas experiencias, volver

"Now and then, life kisses us on the mouth, unfolds in color like an atlas, sweeps us through the streets, and we feel we are in good hands." Joan Manuel Serrat. I had another panic attack last

For days I’ve been seeing, on a gate at the entrance to my house, what looked like butterfly cocoons. I saw caterpillars walking around there, and I had never witnessed this process up close. I refrained

BUT ---> Don’t use anything—only the coin and the power of your mind. 😁 Then I asked the AI if such a feat could be done. Clearly, she knows nothing at all. 🔎 In practice, here’s what happens: A coin

In the world of the invisible there are many things, things that cannot be seen and lie beyond the horizon. They cannot be seen with the physical eyes, but they can be felt; that is why the fact that we

I'm finding refuge in my photos and remembering things my elderly mother said yesterday... 📷✍️

Thoughts are not nothing; they are energy and have incredible power over a person, and not just over the person who has them, but over others too, because we are all one. Los pensamientos no son la nada,

Today I had planned to take part in a 90 km route. I was excited because it was also going to be the first time I used my new cycling shoes. However, things happened… that kept me from sleeping, and I

A poem with old memories and new musings, somewhat dark and accompanied by my street photos!... ✍️📷

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If we do not experience every second of life as it happens, it will be a second lost; that second will turn into a minute, those into hours, and those into life itself. Do not let life slip away. Si no

Hidden in the bushes, you can trail it by the smoke in someone's backyard. Old smoke, crumbling stone. The kinds of houses that won't see another earthquake. We kindle inside houses that've stood the test

A walk on a rural road south of Montalbán ends up becoming a metaphysical moment of inner exploration!... 📷✍️

This happens It happens that the rope on which I play at balance is about to vanish: it is held by the wind and by your fingers… your fingers, yes, among my addicted hair as I wander the Malecón. Yet,

For some reason On the taskbar, Mr Google shows today a flowery outfit. Oh, tulips! My joy echoes like a ripple throughout my head. I spend a few minutes gazing at them, doing nothing, almost hours, until

I stand still, motionless in the middle of the crowd, as if watching scenes from a film, but one in which I am an outsider; at that moment, time seems to stand still, and for me the hours pass in a different

One of the things I have been repeating to myself every day for quite some time now is that it is non‑negotiable for me to remain in the role of victim — a role in which, unconsciously and unfortunately,

There are cats that glow in the dark and can guide us to a magical world, even those who say they don’t believe in it. Often, all you have to do is close your eyes and feel. Hay gatos que brillan en la