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Lake Constance, Germany, September 2015 On a sea of calmness a boat sways in the waves, slides subtly, unstoppable toward a distant goal. A peaceful quiet image of life in motion harmonic, steady toward an eternal goal. The ship is my body, fighting the elements, shielding its passenger on his way around the world. The wind is my mind, trying to skipper with steady hand the ship carrying myself on my way around the world. The sails are my words, the link between mind and body, a filter which makes the dream real of being on my way around the world. Boat and wind and sails, body and mind and words, eternal souls on their way searching eternal in each single now.

Limburg an der Lahn (Germany), October 2016 The river flowing by your side, breathing with your heart, is never twice the same. The days where you flow from past to present to future are never twice the same. The light which welcomes you at dawn and bids you farewell at dusk is never twice the same. They may look and feel similar, but a kiss, a song, a wish, a love will not ever be twice the same. Because even though your name and soul remain the same, you are just not today like the you who yesterday went to sleep.

Puçol (València, Spain), May 2020 This time at home, with its mirage of leisure, is leading an unwilling me to the hidden crates which harbor my memories. Rummaging around them I came to see again good things that were and went, good things that made me grow, just plain good things. Diving to the bottom of them I met again the person who I was and am no more, who I wished to be and could not, who advanced to be who I am today. Strolling through memories I came to see again bad things that were and went, bad things that made me grow, bad things in appearance that faded into good ones. In this pipedream of leisure I found time to sort, clean, release the ballast of memories to be able to go lightly whenever my time comes. But until that very moment I will keep looking, serenely, the past into its absent eyes and just embrace my ghosts with my very best smile.

Puçol (València, Spain), May 2020 This strange Spring full of clean air, no noise in the streets, seemingly no haste either, after an enforced retreat everything looks renewed. Skies look bluer, crystal clear views, neat colors and smells invite and encourage walking to contemplate life reborn. From my window, from my walking solitude, I greet nature, which displays its arsenal of beauty and new life, and I dream. I dream of a hug, of the peace in a solitude which is sought after, not forced upon. I dream of the next phase with my feet well grounded, anchored in the one I am living now.

San Diego, California (USA), November 2018 To trust paper with emotions, memories, with life experiences in different heres, in different nows. To make permanent a volatile moment, a feeling of a different happiness, of different visions. To share with the world recollections, sensations, the harmony of understanding, of longing. To write to leave outside sheltered from time what took my sleep away and what made me dream.