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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.