The rumor of the waves

The rumor of the waves

What has the roar of the sea on a deserted beach that suspends time, wash away the sorrows and lulls the soul? *** Under its spell, the mind seems to breathe following the rhythm of the deep lungs of that imposing greatness that comes and goes without resting. *** No...
The last descent

The last descent

-Where are you going? Sally asked as she saw her husband hauling the skis and boots to load the car. -Is it not clear? To the Mountain to ski! It’s November 20. The season begins. -But there is no snow, Jim. We are at 68º. This doesn’t look like November;...
The river under the sun

The river under the sun

I walked on the riverbanks of the Arga in Pamplona, Spain, and took some pictures. Too many months without rains have drained the river but it still looks beautiful from this spot. A duck behind the shadows of some leaves. A race to catch some food An ancient bridge...
The king of the mountain

The king of the mountain

Bob always had to be the first to get to the top. So he disappeared, running up through the wooden scale. Soon we heard him yell in horror and saw him coming down faster than when he climbed the mountain. -A bear! There is an enormous bear at the top! Dad told us to...
The familiar sea

The familiar sea

After decades of absence, I visited the village where I spent the happiest summers of my childhood: Canet de Mar near Barcelona. My nephew, now a grown man, guided me thru the well-known old streets to the beach, where I could feel the mediterranean sea kissing my...
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