Let me tell you a tale of that night in the Andalusian
mountains. It was as tranquil as a quiet lake.
Sparkling like
a diamond; so wild yet so serene. I could still feel the afterglow on my skin as my eyes drank in the breath-taking beauty of the starlit sky.
Listening to conversations about the bigger picture I contemplated the fragrance embracing my body, swayed by the perfection of the moment. I wanted to hold on to the feeling and keep it forever, yet I knew that it could only be perfect if I allowed it to pass. I’m a permanent passenger on a journey to discover moments that defy words. Moments whose beauty is translated into longing the very second we become aware of them.
I’m nomadic and restless. I am transient. Yet if I didn’t exist there would be no moment.
I am el pasajero.
