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Corredera Square, Córdoba (Spain), December 2022 Days of family, of joy, days celebrating the solstice, days of peace, of calm. Days for summary, for closure, days of stocktaking and projects, days of energy, of beginnings. Days for travelling inward and outward, days to resume my own power, days to be driven, to fly.

  Sequoia and King Canyon National Park, California (USA), January 2018 Closing onto the new year, solstice, a new dawning. Cold air as you go, an invigorating whisper, a soothing buzz lulling a restless soul. Rumors of steps in the nightly light: strength to keep on going, strength to stay human; calmness to carry on at peace with the world.

  Bobingen (Germany), September 2022 Thanks for the air I breathe, thanks for the light in which I live. Thanks for soothing nights, thanks for lively days. Thanks for those who fill my days; thanks for those who went away for they taught me generosity, thanks for those who stayed for they taught me gratitude. Thanks for being alive and learning, thanks to my body for its warnings. Thanks to my many crisis for letting me grow.

Puçol (València, Spain), December 2022 A sea which talks to me, a sky which hears my voice. A changing landscape draws every second new skies, new seas which take me to new realities. An endless landscape with a sunny path toward a new golden hue which I will treasure. Echoes of the voice of the waves which tirelessly crash on the sand will be my soundtrack on this way beyond the roundabout of indecision.  

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), November 2022 Calm in the scent-filled morning in an autumnal November which promises renewal. Calm in the heart of an excited soul searching new meaning. Calm in the energy which moves the body which harbors the soul which readies itself for change. Calm in the resolve of the change which propels the soul to evolve by accepting and enjoying its way.

  Puçol (València, Spain), October 2022 Far from here there is also a home, a safe, cozy, lovely place, the shelter always inside yourself. Gazing at the horizon, feeling the sun on your skin, you will see the endless blue calling for your heart and soul. Release now the moorings, hoist the sails, let yourself go out to a new adventure. Hear the calling of your wanderlust.

  Puçol (València, Spain), November 2022 Almost thirty years of my life, three years ago, thinking, feeling, being a certain way do complicate finding the way back to being like I used to be when alone. It is already time to be myself again, complete without the company from a past which will never ever become present again. Almost thirty years being a part of two, though almost thirty years, too, by myself, growing, maturing, alive. I am at last able to let go of what once was and is now no more; I rely on my destiny to lead the way, to teach me once again to be, to feel. I take my first steps into my home to seize from my place now rebuilt the life which in dark times seemed an impossible challenge, the life which I now enjoy as the beautiful gift it really is.

  Priego de Córdoba (Spain), October 2022 Warp and weft perfectly aligned to weave little by little a new life; energy, light, fresh air, new home to grow strong, to be new, not renewed nor fixed. I am weaving my new being with the craftmanship of an artisan whose tools and feelings create and let enjoy the harmony which subtly envelops and shelters all.

  Neckarrems (Germany), September 2022 Ivy, in due time, conquers the walls of the new building, brings color to its skin, brings warmth inside. Still empty, new, life opens up a path through just cured walls while enjoying the sun. Little by little, the house, rebuilt with experience; with sacrifice, with change, stops being cold stone to become a warm home.

  Puçol (València, Spain), October 2022 A roof to cap it all, foundation, bricks, pillars: a shelter, my cave, a place to hide? rather the one to come back to. A place, at last, to be sheltered, a place to be guarded and feel; a place to share, to thrive: just my place to be. A roof to shelter my head, the roof which shelters my heart; a roof to protect me, a roof to let me grow just guarded, safe, happy.

  Sagrada Família, Barcelona (Spain), August 2018 After foundations and bricks, pillars to raise the eyes, pillars to bear the load, pillars to take a deep breath. A forest of solid pillars to connect heaven and earth, to unite body and soul, to be both one and part of all. A network of pillars joined by foundation and bricks to build the forever home of the wandering soul I still am.

Puçol (València, Spain), October 2022 Waves tirelessly crashing lull time to a gentle sleep, rekindle the light of the soul. Time so calm and tame, a clear gaze into the light both make the way perfect, both open a path to infinity. Waves, light, calm, memory: a sweet melody background to your way in subtle harmony.  

  Germersheim (Germany), September 2022 A thick, really thick book, lots of new blank pages waiting to be filled. Like a kid in a candy store I watch those pages, I take my pen and just let words flow. At my side, the energy of patience required for a new start, required to face new challenges. Nonetheless, I keep to the smile and wonder of the kid in the candy store, I enjoy looking at the blank pages which soon will be filled up with life.

Neckarrems (Germany), September 2022   Today, willing or unwillingly, though over all conscious, I will sow the seeds which in due time will grow into the new me I seek.

  Bobingen (Germany), September 2022 Despite the gloomy day around, the most colorful nature, the most diverse life arises sheltered in the arms of a noble forest dimly-lit.

Germersheim (Germany), September 2022 Steel-blue September sky, rumor of seeds, rumors of the rich gray before the explosion of color which gets the soil ready for a new awakening.

Germersheim (Germany), September 2022 Starting, going forth, closing up. Falling down, standing up, closing up for good. Keeping safe memories, learning moments, going on. New page, new language, ongoing life.  

  Puçol (València, Spain), August 2022 Since 2016, every week I have been sharing a poem. In the coming weeks I will be rethinking things, projects... It is time for a pause to refurbish inspiration, to rebuild my life. I'll try at least to keep on sharing an image a week. Thanks for your understanding, soon I will be back.

Puçol (València, Spain), August 2022   Serene, undaunted, beautiful in chaos, light among shadows. Elemental mother of earth, air, water, of fire, ether, life. Steady presence in times of sowing, in times of harvest. Source of life, source of calm, source of change. Serene, beautiful light, undaunted by chaos, fire in the calmness.

  Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), August 2022 I am another you, you are another me at the same time in the same space. Like me, you, like you, me in search for harmony, in search for peace. Your another me and you, my another you and me, will all get someday to be just an us in endless calm.

  Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), August 2022 Flow, let yourself go, breathe in the purest air, feel the brightness, the warmth of the pristine light in the woods. Flow without a body, nor a mind, from deep within. Flow accepting everything, integrating everything, grateful for everything. Flow as you change… just what needs to change.

Claremont (California, USA), January 2018   Shut down reason, move on pure instinct to catch every bend, every bump in the way. No need to explain, no need to understand, no thinking, no talk: Just live and let live, just live and enjoy.

Puçol (València, Spain), July 2022   The scorching air of Summer intends   relentlessly  to dry out ideas, actions, will: a turbid storm before the calm. My body is combusting, though no flame, nor smoke, nor light, wrapped up in shivers, far away, though sought after. I am looking for refuge, a shelter, some fresh air to heal old wounds and go forth into the future.

Puçol (València, Spain), July 2022   Air is clouding the sky with sands from far away; the fading light of the sun fills with colors so bright the fuzzy time between night and day. There goes the king of the sky, source of scorching fire, source, though, of light as well, and of this summery calm down by the sea.

Puçol (València, Spain), July 2022 I learned, I came to know, I did, I was. I came to be who I am now, who is willing to share what was lived and travelled, what was learned. I am happy in the know of who and where I am. I know where I’m coming from, I guess where I am going to. And without respite I go on. I know, I am, I live on.

  Puçol (València, Spain), June 2022 Calm, storm, peace. Past clouds wish to be back, a soul now won’t let them through. Storm, peace, calm. Sadness stalks, soul keeps a watchful eye: let nothing disturb you, let nothing upset you. Peace, storm, calm. In the calm, a light: I am, I know, I achieve, I remain on track. Calm, peace, light.

  Full Moon, Puçol (València, Spain), June 2022 A patch of gloomy dark gray in an otherwise clear blue sky, shadows threaten to overcome. Near the precipice, close to the edge, close to falling again. There I stand up smiling, looking life in the eyes, pushing forward. Still flirting with sadness, but daring a challenging smile, pushing through. I find the rhythm, I dance all day long to the beat of my heart, just content with life, alone, but happy.

Lake Constance, Germany, August 2009 When you still did not want me, I already loved you, when you did love me, I just carried on. When you loved me no more, I resisted to leave, though I caved. Today I still love your memory, but I am still alive and kicking and know for sure that one of these days I will love and share again my life and my dreams.

From my office , València (Spain), June 2022   If I could choose between you and solitude, I would choose you, no doubt, and leave loneliness behind. I would choose a life with you following your lead, your tracks in an intense exchange of love in a state of flux. If I had to choose between your presence and being alone, a life with you would win. However, as decision seems to be looming around and staying away, I choose in the meantime to stay put and make friends with my solitude.

  Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), May 2022 Dizzy from leaving known behind, from leaving home-like routine, from leaving your comfort zone. Dizzy in a new, tireless -though tiresome- unstoppable world, no holds barred. Dizzy, for time never rests. Dizzy before uncertainty, vigilant, in wait. Dizziness which changes into light, certainty, into peaceful calm. Dizzy for a new day, for a new way… and happy.

  Marjal dels Moros, Puçol (València, Spain), May 2022 Quiet, limited, spartan space, confined alone in my world going from feeling like in jail to experience just calm, peace. While in my cell I go into my mind freeing my angels, my demons; flying unbound toward the horizon getting drunk with bright light. I change my beloved cell from cloister, from jail into an endless space: my imagination flies, my conscience awakens: a home, boundless, unmeasurable.

Puçol (València, Spain), May 2022   Do nothing, just be, and do it long enough, until completeness, until perfection. It is easy to get there… Just be yourself, just let yourself be, everything is all right. It is easy to stay there. Everything will fit easily into your plans, into your life: just be.

  Cap Saint Vincent (Portugal), March 2006 So many years trying to be a shelter, to be that safe haven, that someone to go to, that I forgot myself. Now, after the drought, after having been alone for much too long, I find myself safe again. Finally, the time has come to be again a shelter, a go-to, a safe haven, this time, though, to myself.

  Puçol (València, Spain), January 2022 Just like fog thins, just like storms pass, just like Earth goes back to its calm self, so do I go back too to be who I was before, before pain, before loneliness, before I lost myself. I am back once again. I can be, give, create light, love, beauty; I love once again my bright solitude, I enjoy everything, I accept everything, I only give my very best. Despite buts and what-ifs, despite maybes, happy in my own skin, my own air, my own world, with everybody around myself, even those who decided at some point in time to stay in the distance.

  Mediterranean Sea, Fuengirola (Málaga, Spain), April 2022 A mirror so patient, air by the sea, waves, water, sun. Immense, endless light of an eternal Summer, of clarity, of peace. Immense endless light of growing together, of receiving and giving. Air by the sea, an open look, calm… restless, though.

  Mediterranean Sea. Fuengirola (Málaga, Spain), April 2022 A single voice, so unique on its own, to its own drummer, just flying for the sake of it. Voices together, so unique, at times dissonant, at times disharmonious. Strong voices, so solid, so generously becoming one leaving disagreements behind. Dissonance in a choir, so unique, so harmonious: infinite jazz.

Puçol (València, Spain), February 2022 Fresh air, soothing breeze, smell of water and salt, smell of coffee and sun. Calm in April, beginnings close by, a promise of good dreams. Mediterranean dream, which almost secretly starts to come true.

Puçol (València, Spain), March 2022 I keep time at arm’s length, since it is a constant reminder of how ephemeral life, or happiness, or pleasure can be. Even so, a voice inside tells me shyly: as long as there is time, hope can live and blossom. I so cling to hope just to keep in mind that whatever might be, to hope means to be alive. And I live then both time and hope lulled in a serene calmness: the goal is close by, my days are about to smile.