Spanish night
Spanish nights
We were in a country where the days are hot, the nights are mild and starry, sometimes windy. We took full advantage of these moments of tranquility, when the mind is free and traveling. Quiet, we let the time pass, sweet and soft, sneaking. When evening came, the feet in the water, under the shadow of a guitar dabbling a few difficult chords, we looked up at the sky. Then, the clouds, large evanescent ships, carried us away with our dreams.