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Mercat de Colón (Colón Market Hall), València (Spain), December 2024 There are jobs which pay the rent, there are jobs which make your day, there also those which make your life. Good luck on your path to find the life which makes your day which make paying rent pointless… ... simply because you find happiness just doing your best at whatever it is you are doing. Be passionate, be kind, be ruthless if unavoidable, be always cooperative, don’t lose your dreams… … nor lose yourself in them.

Cathedralof Toulouse, France, September 2024 Days of a calm well-earned, an omen of upcoming frenzy: Steady strength is my companion.

Altura (Castellón, Spain), September 2024 Whenever leaden gray floods you, look up into the damp sky and be caught in the color of the air.

Altura (Castellón, Spain(, June 2024 You will realize that you are back to your true self when the only feelings worth thinking of are your own. That way, you will be able to open the door to let go of the past and welcome the light of the new future you deserve.

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), February 2024 I am keeping my life, the green which always comes back after the golden-brown of August. I keep my nerves, the restlessness which never seems to stop and pushes me forward. I keep this heat inviting disconnection, but always failing. I keep my life, each and everyone who comes and goes: the important ones are always here.  

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), July 2024 Feeling useless, being able to help, though. Feeling somehow down, energy bursting at the seams, though. A living contradiction, just being myself, though, over and over again.

Koblenz (Germany), October 2016 Whenever I run out of verses, I know that a bright light will be a beacon for lost words. I have not finished off my verses, they have just found their way back to the sheltering shadows of the forest. Ink still flows on and on from my soul to paper, filling page after page. No end in sight yet for my attempts to leave a little bit of beauty wherever life takes me through.

Mission, San Juan de Capistrano (California, USA), November 2018 A garden between home and road, a street with the name of a teacher. A high school with a splash of philosophy, a school afterwards with a new language. An apartment on the riverside, a small house on a lucky island. A dark studio in the big city, a big one in a happy town, a smaller one later on, another one. A place shared with family, exile, new place in historical setting. Back to the city with another language, new place, new family, then a second exile. A house on the beach, lonely, seeking, at last, my new home in the mountains. Already sixty years young, sixty years lived, feared, dreamt of. Sixty years to spread my wings, sixty memories which finally stopped being a burden, they are energy.

Puçoñ (València, Spain), October 2023 The shortest night, the longest day in the year: Cleansing water and fire. There I leave behind memories of lived intensity, recollections threatening to burden, to slow me down. At the same time, I accept the challenge of shining bright, of being energy, of flowing through life while still being an anchor.

Altura (Castellón, Spain), June 2024 Relieved Unburdened Free Bright Happy Alive!

València (Spain), June 2024 Light at the end of Spring, surrealistic mosaic of colors dancing, cavorting, rioting, creating unimaginable spaces. Colorful light, color of life, life without a pause, realistic mosaic, endless harmony.

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), May 2024 Accepting the persistence of an absence awakens in my reason, in my soul, both aware of the finitude of the world, a most selfish unwillingness to let people go who, at some time, shed light into my days. Though gone they are, gone they stay.

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), May 2024 There are countless greens, equal in their many shades, a different greenness within. But not even one comes close to the sparkling, fragrant green of the forest after the rain in May.

Altura (Castellón, Spain), May 2024 Clouds in May coming and going, tough witnesses of time passing, a symbol of myriads of waterdrops, of tiny little cells working together. I thank the cells of my skin for, at the same time, sheltering me  and letting me feel the world outside. I thank the cells of my brain for letting me understand and connect both visible and invisible worlds. I thank the cells of my bones and muscles for opening the door to moving, to visiting and living new places. I thank every single cell in my body, so similar, though decidedly different, but in such perfect harmony that life works. I am as thankful for the work of the elements, as for the one each of my cells does bringing on the perpetual harmony of a life on the move.

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), May 2024 A bright Sun, shiny green, peace in a soul on the move. Happily walking the path chosen, strongly starting over, repossessing my own light. I recognize the rhythm again, the beat to which my new life has to move beyond.  

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), May 2024 Gray clouds in May brighten up all greens, landscape turns into a rainbow into a home for a riot, of colors, shades, contrasts… Imagination flies around, carousing on a day which seems to ignore the explosion of life about to begin.  

Altura (Castellón, Spain), April 2024 The color of an academic gown, the scent of loved ones, the touch of my favorite tree, the tinkling of a heartfelt toast, the crackling of flames in the cold, the flavor of sharing a table, the landscape from my window. A much longer list is easy to make, but these are all around me tirelessly bringing on peace to may days, health to my body, harmony to my soul.  

València (Spain), April 2024 Quelling the whirlwind of ideas, of tasks, leads to opening the path to the deeper calmness of quiet awareness.  

Valldecrist Chartreuse, Altura (Castelló, Spain), September 2023 Chaos of tracks of life constantly moving apparently languishing, actually awakening, while filling up my new home. Timely, following their destiny, or following my thoughts, or some kind of indescribable design, rocks, paintings, pictures happen into their right places in my new home. To their own beat, sometimes fast, sometimes awfully slow, the chaos of the perpetual pilgrim recovers near the mountains its essence, the peace of a Carthusian in his cell.  

Puçol, March 2024 Skin fiercely longing for skin, so that the body inside feels no longing, but life.

Porta de la Mar, València (Spain), March 2024 The energy of an achievement is a thrust to start making a new path which will lead to the next. Endless, irresistible paths, bearing the force and the light to follow them… at least until I reach the next roundabout. Thrust, energy, light and force a clear mind to find the right exit and not ever linger around in doubt.  

Puçol (València, Spain), March 2024 In a foreign language I came into the Day of Poetry to put into words feelings of a life about to start. This language is my home, it lets me spread wings to let shared feelings fly up in the sheltering sky, down to the nurturing earth, through every breath I take. Thank you, Poetry, in whichever language you come, for allowing me to fly high with my feet on the ground, with my head in the clouds.

Bailio Stairs, Córdoba (Spain), March 2024 Searching for happiness I ended up in the labyrinth; I sat down, reflected upon and decided to quit searching and just start living it.

Puçol (València, Spain), March 2023 At the end of the causeway into the horizon, a far end right now, unreachable, the sweet reunion is waiting with the familiar shine of lights which became memories on the way. At the end of the endless breakwater, the peace I long for awaits my arrival, the well-known missing lights, too, a respite at the end of the way which magically opens the next path. At the end of the endless breakwater smiles and memories are following me, though they do not anchor me to a past, which is definitely left behind.

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), February 2024 The emergence of chaos dealt by destiny itself left me for a time stumbling in solitary darkness, until I discovered every single piece of chaos falling gently to fit into the perfect order they were created for.

Puçol (València, Spain), September 2023 Just a new year, my Chinese year: a wooden dragon, an oxymoron of sorts, wood and fire, passion and quietness, powerful, yet fragile. Just a new year, my not Chinese one, though: dreams on paper, a bonfire of dreams, flames turned into a house, maybe even into my forever home. Just my year, no adjectives required: a dragon, wood, a home, a bonfire, life as a merry-go-round, me riding along just enjoying every single second of it.

Puçol (València, Spain), February 2024 An island no harbor, no beach; a cliff, strenuous, fearsome; a labyrinth with no Ariadne nor threads. An island my every fear within, only companions for me my memories of light and the crashing waves  tirelessly sculpting the rocks. An island forced to become an unassailable fortress, an uncharted isle, insignificant, but no longer in pain.  

Night in La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), February 2024 The magic of life lies in smiling,  in breathing and in knowing everything is perfect that way.  

El Micalet, València (Spain), September 2023 Now and then I look back, I see all the love I gave (I give) and how it is no longer given back, and I feel anger at the loss. Now and then I look back, I see all the love I gave (I give) and how it is no longer given back, and feel serene, it is right that way. Now and then I look back, I see all the love I give (I gave) and just smile as I look forward.

Monasterio de Piedra, Nuévalos (Zaragoza, Spain), August 2006 I dream of peace and wake up in a crisis. I sail through the crisis and get to calmness. I sleep in a crisis dreaming of peace. I wake up in peace, ready to start. Again.  

Arctic Circle, Rovaniemi (Finnland), May 2009 A camouflaged roundabout: merry-go-round of decisions, right ones, wrong ones, right ones, inexorably back to square one. A hidden way out of a roundabout: merry-go-round of ups and downs, up, down, up, down, up, down, back once more to square one. A roundabout, this time with an exit: I look back at the spiral way I leave behind, back, behind, away, and keep going till the next one arrives.

Puçol (València, Spain), January 2024 I still have to see the day in which carefree playing with words might obscure the sunlight.

"La regaora" (Watering flowers), Córdoba (Spain), December 2023 Hannukah, Christmas, Winter Solstice… Easy celebration of names, of different colors, a time to share, a time to celebrate. An alibi at the hearth to enjoy and gather with family, both given and chosen. Time to celebrate as well going on forward, time to make choices at crossroads unavoidable, seemingly unpassable ones. Time for festive peace, to rearrange life, time, at the end of the day, to be, to exist among others and with your innermost self. Time to celebrate loyalties to ideas, to people, time to let grow the conscience of being bright, of being with doing no harm. Time to celebrate I am aware that I am more the more we all gather and enjoy around Light.