#cepeda

More than anything, this place feels familiar. I bury my hands in the hot sand and think about the embodiment of memory or, more specifically, our natural ability to carry the past in our bodies and minds. Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation.

Contenido de calidad en Pasapalabra pic.twitter.com/TInUGUZHHw

París no será la ciudad del amor Mientras vivas en Madrid Ni las agujas darán media vuelta al reloj Y en Londres, tal vez, no llueva...