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An Evening in Yeşilköy Coast, Istanbul (eng-tr)
Last evening, I met one of my favorite friends after her work. I was at home when she called me about an hour before coming. While I was getting ready, she was already
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Thought as the starting point of reality. (EN-ES)
Thoughts are not nothing; they are energy and have incredible power over a person, and not just over the person who has them, but over others too, because we are
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We only have the present, one moment at a time. ⏳
If we do not experience every second of life as it happens, it will be a second lost; that second will turn into a minute, those into hours, and those into life
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Where the story began to feel real. /Donde la historia empezó a sentirse real.[ENG] [ESP]
This is how the next chapter began... Así comenzó el siguiente capítulo… As I told you in the previous post, this day came full of emotions that I didn't know exactly
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Hiking the ancient forest paths of the Vršac Hills
Over the past few days, the weather was perfect for spending time in nature, so my wife and I decided to take the kids on a walk along a forest trail leading toward
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Invisible moments, invisible hours, an invisible self. (EN-ES)
I stand still, motionless in the middle of the crowd, as if watching scenes from a film, but one in which I am an outsider; at that moment, time seems to stand still,
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This was not just a trip it was the first page of something I had been imagining for years.[ENG] [ESP] 📍 Cuba – 20.76682° N, 75.65523° W
There are places that one does not visit for tourism, but for history. This was not just a trip for me. It was the first page of something I had been imagining for
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Following the cat, the little girl found the source of the magic. 💗✨
There are cats that glow in the dark and can guide us to a magical world, even those who say they don’t believe in it. Often, all you have to do is close your eyes
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All that we already know
Todo lo que ya sabemos Lleva tiempo esto de amasar palabras… la mezcla, al principio, se siente recia o, en el peor de los casos, hueca. Pero cuando logras que una
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Bedtime mode… an illusion, or perhaps not
At 9:30 PM my mobile phone switches on “bedtime mode”. I set it that way… one of my many little illusions, haha… but what I want to show you is how my photo gallery
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And if there really was such a world... I would leave this place. (EN-ES)
Fantasy exists everywhere, but especially in our mind, our imagination, and with it we can travel wherever we want. But also that fantasy exists in our heart, perhaps
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THE OLD MAN SAID THAT... (PHOTOGRAPHY STORIES)
I was very surprised when, at the end of last December, I saw my friend Sabino Ortega planting corn seeds on his land south of town. The furrows looked like they
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Spotting Dodgy Real Estate in Thailand: My Take on a Sketchy Development
I've been cruising around Thailand on my bike for a while now, and man, I've seen some wild stuff when it comes to new builds popping up everywhere. Back in the
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Mdina: Walking Through Silence, Stone, and Time
Some places don’t announce themselves loudly. They don’t need to. They simply exist — quietly, patiently — waiting for you to slow down enough to truly see them.
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First chaotic hello from 2026 👋
Hey everyone, 2026 is already here and I still have hundreds of 2025 photos and stories sitting unpublished. This is my very first (and very overdue) post of the
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Leaving the Cold Behind: My First Days in Malta
Valletta: From Fear of Flying to Finding Warmth and Presence Every journey begins long before the destination appears on the horizon. For me, this one started days
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Lo que buscas también te está buscando
What you seek is seeking you One of the things I often remind myself of in the morning, and before going to sleep, is: «be calm, What you seek is seeking you». And
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The return // El Regreso
ESPAÑOL (clica aquí!) Quizás esta historia nunca ocurrió. Quizás sólo fue un sueño o siga durmiendo. Quizás sea solamente el resultado de tu fantasía. ¿Estás despierto/a
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Esa niña que fui
Una de las cosas que me hacía muy feliz en mi infancia era pasar las vacaciones en el pueblo natal de mi padre. Pilotos, es el nombre del pueblo, pero no era al
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You Know You’re in Africa When…
Somewhere between arriving and settling in, it clicked. I’m in Africa now. I open my wallet… and there’s an elephant looking back at me 🐘 Uploaded using 3Speak
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