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Today I want to share my experience strolling through the beautiful Triana Street in Las Palmas de Gran Canaria. This emblematic street is known for its historical charm and lively atmosphere, and my visit

Canarian paella is a delicious variation of the famous Spanish paella that reflects the culinary richness of the Canary Islands. Its preparation is an experience that combines authentic flavors and a careful

I recently had the privilege of visiting the impressive Baroque-style temple in Teror, a place that truly feels like a hidden gem in Gran Canaria. The experience was simply awe-inspiring, and I can't help

The sun shone high in the Canarian sky, illuminating the picturesque town of Teror, known for its rural charm and narrow cobbled streets. However, this day was not just for enjoying the natural beauty

In the darkest corner of time, where matter boasts of itself, once radiant, now withered under the relentless weight of years. Its brilliance is a faded echo, like the wandering of its ideas. In this corner,

On the celestial canvas, clouds write their history, like scars on the skin. We are fleeting witnesses to this infinite picture, observers of those ephemeral traces, mere spectators watching from the stands

In the plains, in the most secluded neighborhood of Teror, stretched a not-so-long road that wound its way through the isolated part of the village. This road was known as "The Echo Curve," a

Salí de casa junto a mi esposa Melissa y mi hija Amelie, dejando atrás su oscuridad, en busca de un nuevo horizonte que prometía la visión del inmenso océano Atlántico. Nuestro destino era el encantador

A village among the clouds, where silence reigns and tranquility finds refuge in the mystery of rarified air. Roofs covered in moss and windows peering into the abyss of the sky. Mountains dressed in perennial

In a secluded landscape of nothingness, solitude stands tall, spreading through every empty space. Silent hallways, deserted rooms, muddled thoughts, echoes of memories that once populated its walls. Opaque

On that day, instead of presenting itself as a gloomy and melancholic canvas, it rose as a splendid and clear day. Caressed by the golden sunlight, though cool thanks to the proximity of evening and the

In the twilight, fire rises as an enigma. Its burning tongues, like serpents, draw on the skin the marks of a pact with the ethereal. The skin, pale and vulnerable, is the blank canvas where the flames

Just there, where shadows dance at the mercy of the hours, the clock, an ethereal pendulum that swings amidst the echo of lost moments. Time, an absolute enigma, weaves its invisible web, a skein of sighs

Upon a thin thread, humanity sways in delicate balance, like a butterfly dancing in the wind. Life hangs suspended between the abyss of what could be and the fragility of what is. If that equilibrium is