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Sequoia and King Canyon National Park, California (USA), January 2018 I did not choose this time, it chose me. I did not sign up for loneliness, we just met. I did not go for rain, it just happened. And now, hand in hand with time, with loneliness, with rain I choose the light so that the gray in the downpour does not pass on to my soul.

Roman Bridge, Córdoba (Spain), November 2019 At an empty home. an air much denser, breathing gets hard, moving just a dream. You know well there is color after this gray. You know well light awaits in a happy Spring. You know well there is much worth behind these walls. You know well you will win this fight too. You know well this loneliness is just a mirage. You know, you are, you can. And all this shall pass, too.

Full moon in Puçol (València, Spain), March 2020 Velvet in the air, silver beneath the sky: calm sea, full moon. Mercurial peace mirror of emotions: a peace which agrees, a peace which settles. Changing moon: a new phase outside and inside.

Puçol Beach (València, Spain), March 2020 Today is one of those days where your ribs turn into armor to shield the space of air and heart, a day to withdraw, nothing around: solitude. Today is one of those days for an armor-plated heart, for a distant gaze, for a lonely conscience. Today is one of those days cold as ice in your spirit, backbreakingly labored your breath, painful your memories. Today is one of those days where reason turns up to break down every gate: the burden of pain will then allow for the final return of a happy Spring.

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), February 2020 Looking at the horizon, an omen of hardship lurks back: despair on approach. To fly farther beyond, from gloom to fortune: a dream of happiness. To soar in the sky, acrobat of your own destiny closing up on your dream. To breathe in the goal, give shape to your longing: a dream comes to life. Welcome happiness.