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  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.

Juniper. Serra (València, Spain), Marcho 2022   Whitegreen on a wet morning, rough like landscape and air: juniper bushes brighten up the view. Scents of soil, of clay, of green soaked in rain: beauty huddling in waiting, sign of Spring about to start. A rainy morning, a thorny landscape: a metaphor of life, a promise of future.