The troubadour followed his destiny, discovering wonderful places along the way. But there was one place of peace and reflection, full of stories and legends, that forever stayed woven into his heart. And not just because of the wine, which by the way, was divine.
Who those silhouettes represented was a complete mystery. He could only accompany them with some chords and play with his imagination. It was an honor to be part of those stories of comings and goings, love and explosion just a few steps from an ancient monastery.
It could have been a farewell for all eternity that no one could have imagined. It could have been a warm welcome, you could almost feel that happiness. Or maybe it was much simpler and it was just a declaration of love, dictated by his fantasy. In any case, he would never know.
He left behind a beautiful and nostalgic song in honor of all those hopes and disappointments someone experienced in a distant time. Two stone figures, a guitar, and a pleasant smile on his face that made him look a little silly.
📸 Photo: Luis Gago @destinoikigai 🔝