Here in America...

My sand car

Powerful quiet

Listening Observing Moving

Just along with the radio on

My independence

Back in Spain...

Roses

Peaceful Static

Relaxing Waving Whispering

Where the land and the ocean comes together

The Sea

Roses is a small seaside city, on the North East of Spain

Happy Non Snt Valentine's Day

Love

impatient passionate

beating flying seeking

shaking its wings

an eternal youth

also...

Love

 

unpredictable funny 

jumping flying singing carrying

appearing in the best moments

Amor

Love is Amor... Love is what connects us. Every day is a day of love...In fact, can you imagine a day without love?

S n t V a l e n t i n e ! !

To lovers
To broken hearts
to you
to me

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3XAgaLHfRc&feature=fvsr

p.s: This songs if from Alejandro Sanz( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alejandro_Sanz ), a well known Spanish singer. Ironically, the songs is about love, an ended relationship, a woman, a broken heart... but if you listen to it, you get a good feeling about love. Passionate, vivid, alive.

To lovers
To broken hearts
to you
to me

H a p p y V a l e n t i n e & C h o c o l a t e D a y

[ g e r m a n s . s e m p r e ]

You are the parent and the brother,  
the maturity and the youth  
You are the formality of a judge  
and the laughter of a joke.  
You are the teller of a story  
and the cold suddenly in summer time.  

However, you are not the pillow in the bed,  
the plug on the wall,  
or the sweetness of candy.  

And a quick look in the mirror will show  
that you are neither the mother  
nor the sister.  

It might interest you to know,  
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,  
that I am the kid waiting for the afternoon bus.  

But I also happen to be the mother,  
the person who is and will be waiting on the porch for your arrival.

I am also the lion in the savanna   
and sometimes the mouse in its cave.  
But don't worry, I am not the parent nor the brother.
You are still the parent and the brother.  
You will always be the parent and the brother,
not to mention maturity and—somehow—the youth.

[ e l s m e u s m a t i n s ]

Birth shines like a morning

Wearing a mixture of energetic orange, yellow and red rays

Shinning it

Illuminating us



A birth, from my apartment.
I can't get tired of looking at it.



Trust is an option

Wearing a mixture of bright expectations and dark failures

Take it or leave it

...

Trust is the beating heart on two holding hands

Clothed with an ancient red and gold silk

Sensitive

Eager to be touched

Do you know what is a velero? Probably not, since it is a Spanish word. However, can you imagine a place where the sun kisses your skin, the sea rocks you like a loving parent and the wind sings music to your ears in a mixture of natural sounds? You can only get there with a velero. And I’ve been there. I’ve been getting there my with my granddad's velero, a big white sail boat. And since the beginning, all I remember is days, afternoons and evenings of sun and salt, of water and nature. In Spain, swimming in the softness of the Mediterranean Sea.
And now, these days, when I think of my country, all that I can think of is being with my eyes closed, a hand feeling the warn wood, dried out because of the salt and the sun…with one foot on the crystalline water full of life…

Eyes closed, lying on my boat, being swayed by the gentle movement of the sea…

Roses, Spain, Summer 2010
When the sun goes down, it clothes the sky with infinite colores and vivid shapes...can life get any better?