Hello friends

Today I bring you a battery of photos from a Sunday in my city.
When you are enjoying a good txacolí and some Pintxos.
Very strange things are happening in my body, I quit smoking and my mind runs lightly, I suppose not to think about what is important, the smoke that was entering through my lungs.
I see circles, curiosity as if it were a cat seizes me.

Mrs. Trini and her buddy appear on the scene, they are no longer what they were in other times, in another era.

But still and everything has a mission and here they are.
Adolfo looks at the clock on the tower, he has calculated well and they arrive on time.
Trini already knew that she always arrives on time is her greatest virtue.

Your contact has already arrived, an ordinary man, without anything special that attracts attention, with his leather jacket and his good-natured smile.

Trini follows her instinct that she cultivated for many years, she looks at her surroundings, pays attention to all the details and I think she noticed me.

She dismisses me for being one more person, with no intention of upsetting her, just another curious about modern life.

They sit close to the lonely man, their years on their backs and their bodies bent.

Everything happens in a moment and the hot pink water bottle disappears.

I don't know what it contains, surely something very important since Trini stands up lightly and points a finger at someone.

Adolfo is still seated when his gaze fixes on the couple.

They have been discovered, they are lost since she communicated her location.

Then for a moment lucidity comes to him, it's a new era.

Where her training is no longer useful and her old age shows.
Where everyone spends their hours glued to a phone almost without noticing what is around them.

A winter Sunday enjoying the sun and life, where the pink bottle means nothing.

Where friendship and joy reign.

But also the imagination and curiosity to see things from another perspective.