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Sequoia and King Canyon National Park, California (USA), January 2018   Frozen silver on the ground, a home for the Winter, memories warming up. A distant Moon makes everything closer, souls on the go in the cold of the forest. A way with no ends, a chain of lights in a night in Advent. Silver on the ground, silver on your temples, gold and diamonds on a wandering soul.

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), December 2021 In the bright December light smells of childhood float in the air, memories of calmness flood your senses. The chilly temperatures of the winter forest wake up my feelings, my senses: a scent of warmth at home. Winter days and nights as I walk in the cold feeling shielded, sheltered, loved, happy, content, alive at the hearth of my home.

  Strasbourg (France), November 2021 I once was a boy, explored the world soaking up light, air, life, with no questions, with no doubts. I once was a teen, sought my world, conquered goals, changed to be, with questions, with doubts. I became an adult, achieved some comfort, overcame challenges, changed places, with no questions, with doubts, though. Now I see my world just as it is, as I built it. From this peaceful stage I long for the confusing calm of childhood and youth. I remember distinctly the boy, the teen, the adult. I remember what I did, thank for my achievements and stay on my way. Stages come and go, life goes on and so do I, still learning. Here and now: nothing else matters.

Bunyol (València, Spain), January 2020 I write exhaling in each word the air which used to be my prison. I write being the sound of ink flowing onto paper the wake-up call I need. I write because playing with words just makes me feel alive. I write so that being and feelings can flow with no limits.  

  Neckarrems (Germany), November 2021 First moon in Advent, a meeting with the calm of patient waiting, of a guide leading you to the peace within yourself. Cold landscape in the Fall, almost Winter already, which warms up your heart and quietens the rumor of ice and fears. First Sunday in waiting, only three more to go, for the long cold to bid the night goodbye, for the day to reconquer from the darkness the light.

  Bad Urach (Germany), August 2021 Odd to realize that nearly twenty years did not leave any bitterness, but faith and fortitude and a new trust in life. Odd to feel how a bitter farewell turned into sweet balm to a soul ready to be reborn to fly. Odd to feel strong again, after a siege so tough, so merciless, from which I managed to learn to grow. Odd, but deserved, to be again at peace.

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), November 2021 The bright crystal soothing the landscape is but vital water protecting, becalming. Icy exterior, seemingly harsh, a mask, though, hiding the resplendent energy of life and of light. A Winter landscape, water crystals cooling down, without smothering, the volcano of passion and feelings.

  Loch Katrine (Scotland, UK), August 2010 Dark cliffs, greengray breakwaters, rocky strength keeping the endless greenery safe. Greenblues embracing the shore, furiously sheltering the earthy heart. Calm heartbeat in peace and silence, a home warm and safe. To be an island zealously defending your innermost treasure.

Pacific Ocean, California (USA), November 2018   Sailing, no destination in mind, heading into the sunset, into the boundless blue of life complete. Sailing with eyes wide open, letting the wild, vital landscape flood me with light, strength and courage. Sailing recognizing the course, enjoying the voyage. learning on the way, loving every harbor, every sea. Sailing alive, happy, carefree, floating through life on endless wings, accepting the way, creating my own destiny. Sailing the ocean of life, dark waters, source of knowledge, light in the blackness of an endless night, light in the clear sunrise after the dark.

  Puçol (València, Spain), October 2021 Steel blue night in the full moon, a silver disc over the blue sea. Bright calmness in this endless world which is my shelter, my comfort, my rest. I will miss for sure this happy home now when a cycle ends to leave space for the next.

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), October 2021   Slow, busy time for a wounded heart to mourn in excess bleeding out, because of being deserted. Slow, busy time for conscience, for healing, for peace and calm after the storm. Now time is light, bright, full of hope, full of new energy to create again a happy world. Time at present to rebuild, to reassert, for life like a phoenix to rise from the ashes to fly. Unstoppable time for fruitful reacquaintance with joy in a soul, which, healed again, soars unscathed in the sky.

Puçol (València, Spain), October 2021 Home, sweet home. Planning, though, how to get away and change, how to find another home. A different home, as new as it can be, as familiar as ever. A new landscape for eyes and soul, new, fresh, different. A new stage for an old soul wandering alone on a planet well loved, but also long lost.  

Puçol (València, Spain), September 2021   At the beginning… adventures, a quest, to explore the world. On the quest… to be challenged, to face destiny. While facing the challenge… doubts, stubbornness, maybe failure, sure success. Going on… Adventure, exploration, quest, challenge, failure, success. Working through life leads to progress, feeling emotions, though, leads to growth. The quest for life, the challenges faced, successes after failures all of them part of the present, a gift for the future right now.

Puçol (València, Spain), September 2021 Gray in the sky, gray in the water, gray in the soul. Autumn near the Mediterranean: renovation, let go. Open doors to green: Hope. Blue in the sky, blue in the water. A rainbow in the soul.  

  Puçol (València, Spain), September 2021 Such a long time being strong, that, barely wanting to, I armor-plated my feelings. Such a long time armored, that I no longer know how to open the door to my soul. Such a long time keeping a lid on myself, that emotions and feelings gave up hope of finding a way out. Such a long time being strong, armored, controlled, that in the end happiness drown.

Puçol (València, Spain), September 2021 Days at the end of Summer, days of memories, of beginnings: time to take stock of life. Eager to start a new season, full of energy, of light, of willpower to come out of my slumber. Days of old pains, longing for what could have been: self-deceiving of an imperfect future. To walk alone, never lonely, along this brand-new time, together with friendship, landscape, sound. I stand up in harmony swimming in the tenacious sadness which stubbornly walks along with me. Without a haste, nor a pause, with memories and longings: more experiences, learning moments. Without a pause, nor a haste; wiser, more cautious, though alive, on my way.  

Puçol (València, Spain), September 2021   There is nothing as constant, as permanent such as change. Such is the paradox of life, where a day which comes to an end opens the door to new paths. A single day wiser, a day just calmer in the storm of time. A peaceful volcano, igneous magma of passion on days of icy solitude. Withstand… no, just live on learning, just learn on living.

  Neckarrems (Germany), August 2021 Here and now, place and time, constant harmony. A now for each here, a here at each time, a harmonious home every time, everywhere. Harmony alive, conscious of where and when, conscious, too, of who. I smile while longing  for lots of places, for lots of times, for lots of people: a yearning for my home. Conscience, at the end of the day: at home in many places, at home at many times, a home made up of hearts and souls with no limits in space with no limits in time.

  Bad Urach (Germany), August 2021 Water singing in the air, light dripping through the leaves, a fresh breeze caresses your skin waking up your body, opening your eyes in the forest. A splendid view into the greenery, take a deep breath of the peaceful air: the silent force of the steadfast trees will once again recharge your soul with the brightest of energies. To go healthy hiking in the forest, walking on the deep tracks which were once left there to be followed in again and again.

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), August 2021 Carved rocks,  guardians of memories in the face of the mountains, books of the past hidden among plants, smells, landscapes… An air of memory, of absence, of disembodied presence, of bodies learning, grasping of their own presence. A longing for the future, memories of todays both possible and plausible. Air, light, pristine energy of a magical forest which embraces us, lulls us in a song, which centers us, grounds us, which just welcomes us to give us the strength to carry on and to bid farewell to things whose value is lost.

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), August 2021   A presence, disembodied, though bright on its own. A subtle energy, a space new, though already known. A new chapter, a new cycle, memories on the go. Soft air, out to quieten, to slow down, mercifully, any edgy raw thoughts.

Puçol (València, Spain), July 2021   May the clear light of Father Sun and the sheltering warmth of Mother Earth illuminate your being, light up your place in the world, brighten whatever you feel.

Puçol (València, Spain), January 2021 A new day is dawning, part of a longer life. In the air a new light, nourishment for an old body. New experiences, new intentions to move along a way which leads beyond time. New strength, new energy to explore new skies on the wings of experience, with life as your compass, with the strength of being alive.  

  Puçol (València, Spain), July 2021 I learned and still learn that solitude is but a companion, that no one knows me better than myself, that no one loves me like myself, that no one can really give me more than the peace within myself. I searched and I keep on searching, I still keep on seeing into my soul, into my heart, the goal which awaits, the goal which will make of me, more than ever, the best version of myself.

Alcatraz from Ghirardelli Square, San Francisco (California, USA), October 2019   Dreams of place where you can indulge, a place to spoil and be spoiled. A paradise of multiflavored chocolate, a wonderland to simply enjoy. And then… you have to go back to reality, to the real world around. But the flavor of life enjoyed, of tastebuds sated, still remains with you while you peacefully look at the world as it is.

Puçol (València, Spain), May 2020   Wait patiently for the white canvas of your close future to fill with color. Wait patiently for the brightness of day to softly dispel the darkness once there. Wait patiently for the living planet in which you deepen your roots to evolve and carry you with it. Wait patiently, although actively and happily, too, for all your worlds to improve through your voice and deeds. Wait, thus, patiently, before the white canvas to fill up every day with color, with music, with life.

  Puçol (València, Spain), June 2021 People in motion, changing places,  getting to know, musing, living, experiencing. No time to enjoy, no rest for anyone, no stopping to live. Time to learn to be in this time, to be in this world, to be just life, to live and share. It is time to be in motion, time, too, to share, to enjoy company, to enjoy growing up. to boldly go consciously through every single day.

Puçol Beach, València (Spain), May 2021 What if you mistake feeling for thinking, seeing, hearing? Life, though, goes on and from my shelter on the shore, alone, but surrounded by people who make me feel alive, I gaze into the eyes I imagine in this summery Mediterranean and, almost without realizing it, I become once more aware of my own happiness.  

  Gate of Forgiveness, Mosque of Cordoba (Spain), November 2012 Heat, landscapes of my childhood, going back to my roots, to the places where I grew up, where I almost learnt to be who I am now. After days, months, years, just like on the first day of a life which still goes on, which sometimes changes with me, which is always changing me.

  Mihrab, Mosque of Cordoba (Spain), November 2012 Relentless I question myself, even knowing there is no answer, knowing the questions are not for me: I am just looking forward to calming the uneasiness about to overflow. More questions: Was this not an already closed chapter? Why do I still come back to a steady pain which is leaving such an indelible footprint? I am hurting just being aware of a dream which is over and gone, one to which I still cling sometimes, a dream apparently shared which actually was a lonely one. I am hurting for the memory of what once was, of what could have been: it hurts waking up from a dream I thought of as reality. I hurt for the long hours of wakefulness, for the long hours of company in my dreams, for the many times I still wake up in despair. I hurt for the memory of a destiny shared, but hopelessly lost. I hurt for the solitude needed to overcome open wounds, to heal memories and life. And among questions, memories, pain I wonder if I will ever be

St. Martin, Lleida (Catalonia, Spain), May 2021   Weird times… times to learn and relearn, though, times to enjoy the adventure of life. Weird times in which I have learnt to be social, but distant, to be close, but five feet apart. Weird times past, though still learning, still closely distant. Weird times now which I live and make to be the time of my life.

  At home, Puçol (València, Spain), May 2021 Fountain pen in hand staring at that idea which is hovering in the air: I try just to catch it and commit it to paper. Ink strokes change ideas into words and these, little by little, start falling into place. A couple more of ink strokes to trust to paper and memory those mosaics made up with words rendered into poems. Poems born from light, poems born from shadows, too. Poems seen before they were heard, poems felt in the caress of sensitive skin. Poems of just a single moment, poems of a life or other. Poems of longing, poems of farewell; poems of hellos, poems of welcome. Fountain pen in hand, watching inspiration and air, I feel, I live, I write.