Tierra de ceniza negra, volcanes y flores tropicales.
Tropical land of black ash, volcanos and flowers.
¡Regresaremos pronto con algunas fotos!
We will return soon with some photos!
Albert has gone camping with boys scouts.
I am in a pretty hotel in Castelldefels, near Barcelona, with Mari.
The hotel is in the highest point of the environs, incredibly isolated of which it happens down: motorways, the airport, the city with its haste… An oasis of calm, surrounded by pines.
Within the hotel there is a medieval tower, next to the swimming pool and the pines.
I like the pines: always green, its penetrating aroma, its dry needles sifting the ground.
I am vaulted watching the sky, the tower, the pines, while Mari, next to me, is let caress by the sun.
We have spoken and shut up during hours, the time does not matter. By my ears, like a balsam, a radio station present me Mozart music.
The branches are let rock smoothly by the breeze, play to caress the tower, speak in an old and secret language.
I watch them thinking nothing, feeling nothing, single a deep calm.
The time does not matter.
And little by little, I notice as the waters return to their channel, and I feel well, I watch Mari, she watches to me and, once again, I return to think about the lucky person that I am.