Gran Vía

Pedestrians passing by

The perpetual heartbeat of Madrid, where the historical and the present intertwine in an eternal walk, the path, the road that reflects the diversity and vibrant spirit of the city.

The street is not a street, but a mirror of one's own life, (and that of others) always in motion, always changing, but with an essence that remains unchanged, waiting to be rediscovered at every corner.

A game board without rules or control, where pedestrians disperse in all directions. Where its buildings tell the story and listen to the present story of its passers-by.

People from within and people from without. Who are they? What do they want? What are they like? Am I? A moment of reflection or a reflection. And every farewell promises a return.

People who follow their path, or let themselves be led, and whose paths intersect and intertwine, forming a living fabric, which never stops, and which sometimes flourishes…

A mother and her son walk together, hand in hand, amidst the hustle and bustle. A pause in time. Connected and disconnected at a brisk pace, where time passes more slowly.

I think of all the times I have walked down that same street, of all the faces I have seen and forgotten. I remember my mother leading me by the hand, aimlessly… I am here just passing through.