BE TOGETHER   “Being together, is at the same time for us have time as in the solitude, be happy as in the company. “ (Emily Bronte)

LIKE A GUST OF WIND “Among our soul and our body, there are many small windows. From there, if they are open, pass the emotions. If you are just narrowed filter, only love can open your all together and suddenly, like a gust of wind. “ (Susanna Tamaro)

NOT FOR A SEASON “I love you for the winter, because leavens life. I love you for the spring, because the wellspring of life. I love you for the summer, because life explodes, I love you for the autumn, because it turns off the life. I love you for life, why are not you for a season. “ (Fran Tarel)

LOVING KINDNESSES “The kindness of the words creates confidence. The kindness of thoughts creates depth. Kindness in giving creates love.” (Lao Tzu)

Sure, my city is also an industrial center (but this, you do not care). Let’s talk about what can make your trip a palatable in my city and in my land. In the lower part of the city, you’ll notice the two churches (San Sebastian and Los Trinitarios), but if you love archeology, I can accompany you in the Palacio …

FLOWERS IN THE WIND – G. Apollinaire: Your eyelids flying like flowers, flying in the wind gone mad. WONDERS VISUAL – R. Barthes: The debunker of our senses, touch. In contrast to the view, which is the most magical. The wonderful visual reasoning suffers the assault of touch. HEAVEN IN YOUR EYES – J. Maragall y Gorina: Lord, if the …

NEWS OF HUNGER     “Are inhabited by hunger. And all they tell me. It is not the fear or doubt, just a rhythm intact, that does not touch the beach with his salt. Hunger is perhaps a slight testament, or this insistence on destroying the house, and renew the stone in a dream. Little is what I remember of …

THREE INCHES OF SKIN “Three inches of skin you have sewn to life, I like a belt. The points also secured rights to, three crosses on Golgotha your meat. Is the wind, to untie me from your hips. Come fire, to burn inside a thunder. Butterfly loose powder on the wall, death today steal the scars. “ (Laura Corraducci)