There were sounds, so gentle, so quiet, too close to the sound of silence. Some barking dog over there, maybe a solitary noise of a motor, far away, diminishing every minute, until its dissipation in the air, as a pale color on a canvas, turning almost white. The night progressed slowly, charged by dark hues… Continue reading Clank in the morning
Cities for walking, that was my definitive impression about Oviedo, Llanes, Avilés, Gijón, in Asturias. I felt enchanted by those scenarios, well prepared for human activity and pleasure. There was a cafe here, a beautiful square over there; a small restaurant in a corner, one sculpture beyond, and surrounding everything, windows, doors, stone walls, from… Continue reading Streets of Asturias (Part two)
Last Round in Sight 