In English

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.