For filling your lungs with the purest air.

Naturally, a breath of freedom

Blame me for everything. For all the sun that shines for more than 300 days a year. For the views. For the palm trees dancing to the rhythm of the sea. For giving you goosebumps with every landscape. And for the pure air penetrating your lungs like a burst of life. Blame me for the silence on the mountain. For that sensation of your feet sinking into the sand on the endless beaches that you want to walk along. For being able to see all of nature with your eyes closed: a sunset that you cannot look away from, or switching off with a stroll that you know when it starts but not when it ends. Blame me for everything because, naturally, you will want to see me again.

Confessions of a city

I am Malaga and I feel guilty. I confess.
It is me, the one who called you without calling you.
The one who tempted you without tempting you. The one who, without you realising it, trapped you between its landscapes, among its people, within its way of life.
I feel guilty for…