Primer Puente: un beso sobre un puente, es decir, un puente sobre un puente. (Abril 2010)
But who's going to keep up with such a life? - Was a question that everyone seemed to enjoy making me. What assurance you can give a lady? -insisted. Because obviously, a girl needs other things .... Going to movies with popcorn, bricks, mortgages? Really? No, of course not. Strain is also traveling, free spirited, bare feet and minds like wild gardens. Some long-time-christened from no: princess hobo, but only found it three years ago. Today, it's three years since Laura and I are together. We have traveled thousands of miles since that first kiss in the Calchaqués Valley and our fingers scribble-stop-on future cruises planisphere. McCandless was right at the end when in his magic bus realized (late, but realized) that happiness is only real when shared.
Aprendimos a besarnos incluso con viento patagónico...
After traveling alone for many years, fortunately did not need to shut out the world to realize that there was an empty space next to me. And that the world could be shared as a piece of homemade bread in a square Catamarca, at least one child traveling attentive to the horizon. So today I wanted to share with you, we always bancaron, some photographs of this love rolling, but mostly give my Nena Traveling this poetry-that she still did not see-(avisenle, avisenle having an online gift! !) anniversary as a small gift. Normally the real Juan is hiding certain things to Juan "blogger", but today is not the case. We open all doors. We share what goes through our hearts ...
