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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.

  Cape Sant Vincent, Portugal, March 2006 For months on end in a weird world, an island within myself, grappling with what-ifs, what-nots, what-nows. Most of my time spent missing places, people, the roots I belong to, the roots I chose on the way. Time away, nothing changed. Still longing for a meet, for a cup of coffee, even tea, longing for a call, maybe, for a talk, for sure. Months on end in an island missing people, places, roots, I am ready at last to leave the isle: I am back!

  Hornindalsvatnet, Norway, August 2015 A huge void before me Deep darkness behind Struggle Pain Steps ahead Love soothing the air Hope to move along Hope to move forth Hope to live on Me, unafraid Happiness at last.

Xàbia/Jávea (Alicante, Spain), April 2017 In sleepless nights in wakeful days, too, life, rest, air get rustled by dreams. Dreams which make you wish they would just come soon to an end, your only need waking up and seeing they were just dreams and luckily they are simply over and done with. Dreams which you are terrified to quit because you just do not want to go through the sudden and cruel loss of a reality which was just perfect. The best dreams though are indeed those, oneiric and real, you live consciously, all your senses alive, all your feelings alive, your whole being alive and awake.