In English

  Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), October 2020 I wish I could build my very own golem, one to go with me wherever I go, one to stand by me whenever I am down, one to cherish however I feel. I wish I could model my very own golem after smiles that brighten my day, with that assertiveness that gives me faith, with that wholesome goodness to be spread. I wish I could shape my very own golem with cleansing bright looking eyes, with a pinch of salt, though, to be able to remain so very human… brimming with love and respect. And most of it, at the end of the day I wish my very own golem to be whoever they are meant to be, as long as happiness and kindness still remain their unwavering trademark. Now that I know how my golem will be I deeply wish that we never, ever, have to part ways.

Puçol (València, Spain), October 2020 Paint me in the colors of the sea, in the soft blue of the breeze, in the blue green of saltwater. Talk to me in soothing sounds, in the voice of the waves, in the caress of the wind, in the warmth of your touch. Let me breathe in the air of a new day, wallow lazy in the green of a forest, drift around in the sea of life, enjoy the voices of a thousand birds. Take me under your wings, carry me in your embrace: let me be my best version, let me just breathe and love.

Puçol Beach (València, Spain), October 2020 Drowning in a sea of uncertainty, in an ocean of solitude. Seasick in deep waters which overwhelm my every strength, which prevent me from moving, which keep me back from getting to those places I know I belong to. Overwhelmed as well by the sheer speed of days, by changing moods, by the sadness permeating my every day on this earth. Adrift, I am longing for a way to regain some sort of control over the speed of the turmoil around, over my emotions unchained. I crave for the peace of a calm sea, of a safe haven in this passing storm. Overwhelmed, on my feet, though, trudging against all odds, going with a steady step, going forth day after day.  

Puçol (València, Spain), December 2019 Looking at the waves, how they tireless pound the sand, the shore, how they stir the bottom of the sea, how they lull the shore to sleep, I see like in a mirror my passage through life: the sand my soul, water my challenges. Moved, worn out, lost in the water, I find myself once more in the fresh clean air, sheltered on the shore. The swaying never stops, just like the world never stops, steady for as long as I breeze both in learning and in life. At last reaching the goal  I will be able to appreciate the tenacious pounding of both destiny and life did make the perfect path which took me away, which took me to knowledge.