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Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), February 2020 A forest in Winter, steely cold the air as a new day is dawning. Light opens up a path through calm woods, light colors in harmony the gaze of the walker. Chest swelling in the cold breeze, the smells of the forest waking up your senses. In the swift slumber of silence, at dawn you finally find the seeds of light which will turn into a garden your wounded heart.

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), February 2020 Fragrances of cloister scenting the air, rumors of prayer calming the soul. Silence in the outside, turmoil in the inside, the calm from the soul imposing its peace. Blessed be the silence which soothes my wounds, a seed of harmony which opens up my scope.

Lakeshrine, Pacific Pallisades, California (USA), January 2018 To be fluid, liquid, endless water building seas, fresh Mediterranean air, an invigorating breeze. To be light in this air, to be air in this light. To be to feel. To feel to be. Just to be light, air, sea. Be.