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Freedom. A riot in me.

How to live with no fire. Lost in Vall d’Aran. A treasure. A town guarded by mountains where all its restaurants are gold, its people gems and the slopes eternal. I feel it.

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3 a.m. in Big Sur. This aquatic great canyon has a raw force of the golden age. The style of a gifted kid. A loner. Set for confidential town stories and some hidden astonishing beach breaks. Stretched under the sun. No luxuries but time and water. Angels and condors wings surround it. Big Sur has a vague restlessness. A mystery. The final chapter in the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable youth who fear nothing. A surreal mixture of real characters equally affected by It. Alive and vibrant. Coasts and mountains constantly seeking magnificence tolerance to keep your beliefs alive that this is paradise. At night with the heart open stars rise with an infinite dimension engineering the stardom with prodigality. The hidden region is the true son of all liberties and treasures. Big Sur has just driven me again where I had never been before.

Photo of the elevator at the Standard Hotel in NY by Jorge Abian

Inside a city that never sleeps charisma needs to socialite, style needs to be seen, vanity wants to upgrade and design acclaims thrones and crowns in every corner.

Caos had never been more elegant. Surrounded by astonishing views find yourself at NY’s best see-and-be-seen rooftop bar. Stairway to heaven and hell. Go at night. Cross the gates.

See you later, in the elevator.

 

Ancient temples surrounded by clear blue water and green rain forests. A mixture. A collection of trendsetters settled up as a contemporary tribe responding to the needs of nowadays expert travellers. Healthy food lovers will find a new adventure to get excited. To-dos seekers will stablish here their new full time schedule. Temazcal baths. Sapito’s magic. Slow live music. Hammocks. A new world. An ancient one.

Jorge Abian walks into the wild at Death Valley Desert dunes.

Eternal lovers of the free rides of the earth. Children of the sun.

The rivers, the falls, the roads, the jungles, the deserts, the sands and the winds. Nothing can in any other way make us feel stronger, scream louder.

We get on or off a road and we might get killed by a blowing wind. But who cares?

We believe in the beauty of life along the shores. On beautiful porches loving each other in hammocks under pouring rain. Heavy drops whistling in serenity storms. Sunrise baptisms covered with snowy skies help us close our eyes. We were born howling on steep slopes. We either ride or die.

We love the raw forces of the planet, powerful motions of the earth that become an emotion we think of as freedom. Children of the Sun.

Everyday we are born to be wild and endlessly we live until we die.

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