The South is white and is purity. The South is Andalusia, it is my home.
Its light protects me, makes me feel at peace and allows me to be me. When I cross borders, I cover myself with a shell formed by all those layers of whitewash that paint the houses of the Andalusian landscape white. The unrepeatable experiences of my travels are reinforced by the joy I feel on returning to my homeland.
Andalusia is sun, quietness, siesta and hard work. To be Andalusian is effort and pride. I’ll keep its white, its magic and its duende. I’ll stay in the South.