A day in the sea, far away from home a little island is in the horizon.

Land to discover. Place with a small number of habitants but who is waiting for new visitors every day.

Breathe the clean air in the beach, see the blue sky over you head, walk slowly to the lighthouse, and there, take a book in the library and enjoy the moment of calm near the sea.

A beautiful sunset when the day is over is the best gift for the traveler, Alba Island is now in you for ever.

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A procura dun lugar refuxio onde soñar, desconectar… albiscamos unha illa branca e refulxente como a aurora. É a nosa Illa Alba, hai outras illas, algunha do mesmo nome, todas elas custodian segredos e artellan historias.

Lugar encantado que agarda despois de longa travesía. Percorremos ducias de millas imaxinarias antes de chegar, as rachas de forte vento fixéronnos varar na praia. As ondas seguían chegando a area, moldeando os nosos corpos para fundilos e convertelos nun elemento máis.

Bancos de néboa cubrían a superficie. O faro presidía dende o cumio a escea proxectando a súa brilante luz. A súa presenza espertou en nós a curiosidade e a necesidade de calor. Camiñamos cara a construción milenaria que guiaba os nosos pasos para ofrecernos o que imos compartir.

Aquí facemos mención de algúns dos libros que alí foron deixando os seus habitantes, de variada procedencia. Tamén o escrito polas persoas que moraron ou pasaron pola illa para logo seguir outro rumbo. Se chega algunha botella ou pomba con mensaxe nós arquivámolo na biblioteca da Illa dos Sentimentos, Alba.

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martes, 17 de abril de 2018

39.The lost flowers


If someone has not told me something different, I have claimed that reality only takes place inside a  changeable  semi-darkness, in a grey scale where a weak clarity is noise and the darkness is moans. The shadows which interrupt the light under the door in the end of the room only allows make out moments of frenzy inserted in great absence periods. Nevertheless, in the seat of this bus my eyes are injured by the clarity and the color of a different reality.
If I had to testify, I would claim that the sound is almost exclusively composed by weeping with  limited and agonic periods of silence in it. Nevertheless, my ears want to show me in this moment other different things which I didn´t Know before.
If my life had been in risk, and it is normally the situation, I would have told that hunger is more common in my daily life than I would like, and I have to get on with food in its distribution or be doomed to a forced fasting, however the rice bowl was only few minutes ago unusually full and for my unique disposal.
If I couldn´t feel it in my wrists and in all my body, I could think that  a fair purpose exists for the punishments and for being tied to the bed, instead of it, this morning I have felt the fresh sensation of water on my skin and the touch of clean clothes over my body, something that hasn´t happened perhaps in months.
If I Knew that dreams are more than a succession of nightmares and fears, I could enjoy this journey in a ramshackle coach from a  little town in the mountains to this space that is Known like "city".
If someone had given me this information, I would have Known that people weren´t born in Mrs Lee´s arms, and after that they have to live caging in small filthy rooms, disappearing at a short age with an unknown destiny.
The end of the journey is a  big and oppressive place, full of people which walk hurriedly in all directions, smoke, noise indifference....perhaps this is the place where, previously, all my sisters have arrived, however I don´t find any familiar face and I´m a bit scared for it.
We have walked but I wasn´t be aware of it and now we are in front of a couple, I look at them and they look at me. In their eyes I can discern myriad of tears which seem like they want to be released, and I don´t understand why, because they do not appear to be sad. She approaches to me, open her arms and surroundings me with them raising my little body. It is a new and strangely nice sensation.
In my hands I realize  that Mrs Lee has put a paper with an image in it which looks like me, and many curious characters  that are gracefully aligned. After that she has said goodbye and she has returned to that world which until now I was part of.
If someone has taught me to read, I would have Known that I´m six years old and that I´m going to be happy and be important for someone.

venres, 30 de marzo de 2018

38. Luarca


Luarca é unha fermosa vila situada no Principado de Asturias, na zona norte de España. A poboación aséntase sobre as abas dos acantilados que delimitan a estreita desembocadura do Río Negro no Mar Cantábrico. Esta vila asturiana está chea de interesantes edificacións e espazos, como o antigo barrio de pescadores, o cemiterio ou a Ermida de Nosa Señora A Branca. As vistas tanto da propia poboación como dos seus arredores dende puntos elevados son espectaculares. É unha magnífica elección para unha escapada de fin de semana.

Luarca is a beautiful town located in the Principality of Asturias, in the north of Spain. The town was built on the sides of the cliffs  which enclose the narrow mouth of the Black River on the Cantabrian Sea. This Asturian town is plenty of interesting buildings and spaces to visit like the old fisherman´s quarter, the cemetery or  the hermitage of Nuestra Señora La Blanca. The views from the town itself and the surrounding areas from elevated points are awesome. It´s a magnificent choice for a weekend getaway.