In English

Sunset in the Sagrada Familia, Barcelona (Spain), August 2018 A spotlight marks the goal, another moves in its direction from the entrance to the scene. Myriads of lights draw with a firm hand the destiny of humans. Encased in a body, the soul moves, hesitatingly at first, on the luminescent line of destiny. Like a novice tightrope walker the body tries to walk steady on the light-marked line, its steps evolving from shy to a spirited dance. Feeling at last sure on the tightrope it goes back and forth and jumps and cartwheels and leaves the line... to head again, even unwillingly, to the goal under the spotlight. The body regains this way the path light-marked by universe and soul, carefully propelled by the heart which gives a purpose to life.

Casa Europa, Santiago de Compostela (Spain), February 2018 Sitting on a train homeward bound, thinking about destiny longing for a change to make everything around as perfect as it can be. Sitting on a train homeward bound, listening to random music trying to turn my inner turmoil into sedate meditation. Sitting on a train futureward bound, watching everyone and everything, watching myself from above like a witness to my here and now. Sitting on a train bound for reality, deep in my mind and soul with light as my main goal with reliable solitude as my companion. Sitting on a train going home being in the know that my home is within myself, self-contained happiness there as well. Sitting on a train surrounded by the noise of bustling life around, longing for silence, for that elusive peace.

Anchors aweigh, Marina Real, València (Spain), July 2018 In the past I reflected on the enticing future awaiting around the corner. From simple to perfect, always going one step beyond to reach that bit more of perfection in a pluperfect way. And I kept on thinking about what needed to be done to make a perfect one out of my simple future. Once again, I went over the paradigm of tenses and suddenly, crystal clear was the path before my eyes. To get a perfect future only attention is required to that expression of time so quotidian, that it slips unnoticed away while dealing with past, perfects, pluperfects and futures to come. It is now time once more to reach for our present with hopeful hands, with one anchoring us to the past while the other one is building a bridge from here and now to that precious perfect future I so long for.