In English

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.