I open this blog with La Puerta de Atocha, my last picture, as it has for me, a strong meaning is the neighborhood where I was born and raised and the station was going to wait my father, a waiter Coches Camas, when travel came back in the 60's.
the day of the attacks was painting this picture, at Tenerife where I live and I stopped by the sadness that I saw the situation in those now, years after I decided to finish entering a plea loving dedicated to all those who lost there life that day ...
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