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  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