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Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), February 2018 A smell of mist, an air of rain. Intense ozone before the storm. Far away trills, soft murmurs of leaves, thick greenness in shadowy woods. A smell of life unburdened pristine at last glowing and blossoming. Mist after the storm thriving in the fresh air. Health and roots, a vital restlessness in the peak of Spring.

Sant Joan d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), October 2017 A fire in the middle, a reddish glow in the night. Drums in relentless air pulsing in the rhythm of life. Primal voices resounding, a tribal instinct in the air, unyielding in the rhythm of the heart. A voice changed into a scream, a scream heavy with vital ballast which heaves idle anchors and gives itself to the air of the night. Each voice delivered into the air heals a wound. Each voice delivered into the air opens up a space for light. Each voice delivered into the air expands selfless your limits. Each voice delivered into the air moves you closer to being you, here and now. Each voice in the reddish glow of the night announces the unstoppable arrival of the day you yearn for.

River Turia Gardens, Valencia (Spain), April 2018 Fresh scent after the rain, wet soil, dreamy recalling happy memories. Fresh air after the rain, intense fragrance, intoxicating every sense is awake. Resounding echoes after the rain, fruitful smell of captivating life, of a new-born spring. Early after the rain, eager to blossom and laugh, to be again just a kid playing with fresh water on the ground.