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)
It had been awhile since the last time I ran in the rain. The beautiful Gijón gave me that pleasure in the best way: suddenly and without the possibility to get a dry spot in a rapid movement. Sometimes we have the opportunity to appreciate those unique moments in life, and while the drops… Continue reading Rainy day at Gijón
That evening the golden light caught us at the northernmost point of Spain: Cabo de Peñas. Slowly, the blue sky was giving way to more reddish hues, almost tinting the air. I saw the lighthouse, and the big house, surrounded by a dry, rare mulch. Vigilant, the tower was in a silent contemplative pose in… Continue reading A lighthouse at the Sunset (Cabo de Peñas)
Last Round in Sight 