Víctor M. Hernández
I leave behind the motorway with its cars, its crazy noises and the whole stress, to delve peacefully in Los Lagos residential complex near Bonalba Golf Resort. Looking at the landscape, my eyes get lost in the green fields, the artificial lakes, the leafy avenues and the smiling faces with no worries but the ones related to choose a good stick or chat with the caddy. There is nothing more but the borrowed scent of the flowers, witnesses of one city that just needs two minutes to become a nice town. Such a beautiful place without clocks where the asphalt, people and noise are just a memory now transformed into greenery, nice neighbors and the chirping of birds.
Line M, Mutxamel-Bonalba.