In English

  Puçol (València, Spain), January 2023 Should life ever exhaust the flame of the fire burning inside yourself, open up every window around to let the wind keep the embers alive. The steady light of live coals will sure restore the holy, eternal bonfire of endless healing. Should the bonfire which moves you ever hide bashfully its flames, do tirelessly blow off the ashes to be reborn like a phenix.

Almodóvar Gate, Córdoba (Spain), January 2023 What I dream, what I feel what is it, where does it come from? What I feel, what I dream That is just me, that is my heart.  

St. Martin, Lleida (Spain), May 2021   The sobriety of the bell gable hides behind its shyness the powerful voice of a wandering soul. The discreet voice of dedication loudly asks for recognition, though without a fuss, off the record. The unbreakable will of the traveler feints the invisible strength of those who, though ignored, pursue unaffected their goals.

  Puçol (València, Spain), January 2023 Winter landscape on New Year’s, return to the cozy shelter at a homey hearth, return to the selfless warmth of those who love you well. To be an impassible tree, to be unmovable calm, to be steadily flowing life. This year, from the scratch, be home, shelter, fire to brighten the dark nights, to temper the challenging days, to just boldly be a better person.