«El Duero corre, terso y mudo, mansamente», escribía Antonio Machado hace más de un siglo en uno de sus poemas dedicados a este río «de oro», que nace en los Picos de Urbión, en Soria, y cruza decidido la Península Ibérica hasta desembocar en Oporto. Ahí, en el Faro de Felgueiras, es donde el Duero...Leer más
A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in...Leer más
A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in...Leer más
A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in...Leer más