This is where it all began. Just a poem every Friday.
Next month the processionària will return to the woods in Mallorca, These long lines of caterpillars come down from the pines and look for a safe place to spend the summer.
Empty Spain. They call it 'La España vaciada'. It is the huge expanse of country where the young people and their children have gone, and a few old people are left. They are the last villagers.
One of the most important things we can achieve is to be able to distinguish between what is worthwhile and what is not.