Al borde del precipicio

Queda mucho camino por recorrer… o no

El primo mayor de mi guardaviñas

My guardaviñas. Home, sweet home

When things go wrong, when you think there is no way out, or if there is, it is bad, you need to seek shelter in a known place, where it is easier to find yourself and find answers to questions that seem unsolvable.

If I should have to choose one of those sites I would probably do it for the guardaviñas that gives my blog its name and that supposes the essence of what I try to show in this space of expression: freedom, tranquility, open space, shelter, my land, vineyards, endless light… a place where everything is possible: good jazz music, photos, Histroia, stories, my story, …

How not to love my guardaviñas with all that it entails ?. They are memories, they are unfulfilled dreams, they are personal reflections, they are commitments with myself, … it is probably me.

Thank you for always being there, my lonely planet, my guardaviñas.

Sinfonía de verdes

En marcha, camino de la vendimia

Un millón de amapolas

La amenaza del monstruo

No te apoyes. Pincha.

Amapolas y viñedo. Naturaleza multicolor.

Judíos haciendo el Camino de Santiago

Preparando las legiones de viñas

Azul y oro

No pasar

Apacible atardecer