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Walking through time || Caminando en el Tiempo [Eng /Esp]

I stopped in front of that sundial like someone encountering an ancient question. The sloping concrete, the lines marking the hours, and the open sky above seemed

My friend's cats || Los Gatos de mi Amiga [Eng/Esp]

In a cozy corner of an apartment filled with boxes and adventures, lived two very different but inseparable cats: Mia, an elegant silver-furred cat with a royal

Good Day || Buen día [Eng/Esp]

There are moments we don't seek, but they arrive with the precision of eternity. I find myself here, with a mate in my hands, at a quiet table where the world seems

The Last Journey || El último viaje [Eng/Esp]

I fell from the sky, or at least that's how I felt when I left the branch that had supported me for so many moons. For weeks I swayed to the rhythm of the wind,

An Autumn Day || Un día de otoño [Eng/Esp]

I sat on the warm grass, just where the shadows of the trees began to cover the ground. The air had that scent of dry leaves and sunshine that only comes in autumn,

Between Two World || Entre Dos Mundos [Eng/Esp]

I walked aimlessly, just wanting to feel the sun on my face and disconnect a little from the noise of the city. There was something about that park that always calmed

I Still Breathe || Aún Respiro [Eng/Esp]

I never imagined that time would transform me into this: a skeleton of what I once was. My name is Samán, although humans simply call me "the old tree in the

Tiramisu cake

In the small trattoria on the canal, every afternoon a faint aroma of coffee and cocoa wafted through the worn wooden tables. That autumn afternoon, Martina sat

Perfect Lunch

It was an ordinary Saturday, one of those that starts without plans but ends up being memorable. I followed my intuition—and my hunger—and ended up in a small bistro

Sip by Sip

A white cup rests serenely, like a warm sigh in the dance of coffee. The cream swirls on its top like a distracted cloud, drawing the soul of the morning. Behind,

Narrow street

The images portray a narrow street framed by two rows of ancient buildings that rise like stone colossi against the sky. The light, dim and cold, filters through

Maximum Expression

In a corner full of life and color, among terracotta pots and a floor covered by a dark rug, a cluster of vibrant flowers blooms elegantly. They are cyclamens, with

A Perfect Morning in the Park || Una mañana perfecta en el parque [ENG/ESP]

In the middle of a city that never stops, I found a moment of peace. The clear sky and fresh air guided me to the lake, where the reflection of the trees and buildings

A Truly Argentinian Sunday || Un domingo bien argentino [ENG/ESP]

It was a sunny Sunday, one of those that invites you to gather outdoors. The smoke from the barbecue began to perfume the patio as the meat sizzled on the grill.

Heart of the city of Buenos Aires

In the beating heart of a city that never sleeps, two scenes intertwine in an urban poem. Twilight tinges the last clouds with gold, and the street awakens with

Sports Afternoon || Tarde de Deporte [ENG/ESP]

The photographs show different perspectives of a synthetic turf soccer field located in a sports complex. The first image shows a wide, empty view from one corner

Conversation ended

Two empty glasses on the table, silent witnesses of a conversation long gone. One, with traces of fleeing chocolate, like kisses that refuse to be forgotten. The

An Energetic Start

It was a sunny and peaceful morning. Marcos decided to take a break from his routine and enjoy a moment for himself. He headed out early to the park with his

African Bird || Ave Africana [ENG/ESP]

The photographs show an elegant bird with bluish-gray plumage, a long neck, and slender legs, found in a natural setting composed of muddy areas with pools of water

Photographic Drama || Drama Fotográfico [ENG/ESP]

In the first act of this silent drama, a man, paintbrush in hand, defies the plaster sky. His arms, like the firm branches of a stubborn tree, mend the wounds of