El trampolí

Some places stay with us forever. El Trampolí is one of them. A corner of Les Rotes where summers seemed endless, where the rocks were warm beneath your feet and the sea was always there, waiting for the next jump. As children, everything felt bigger: the cliffs, the blue of the Mediterranean, the distance to the water. And so did the courage it took to jump. This piece is born from that memory. It doesn’t try to recreate El Trampolí as it looks today, but as we remember it: fragmented, luminous, full of colour and made of small moments that remain long after summer is over. Because some places stop being places and become memories. And some memories will always smell like the sea.