In English

Maqsura of the Mosque in Córdoba (Spain), December 2016 Harmony of arcane wisdoms, constant synesthesia able to listen boldface, to see the eternal music of All, to disarrange order in order to reestablish chaos. Melodic voice, omen to wished-for storms, beacon of necessary quiet, driving energy leading to motionlessness, steady calm which sets in motion. Synesthetic oxymoron, constant paradox, faithful reflection of human evolution, light ahead of goals that were and will be.

Xàbia/Jávea (Alicante, Spain), April 2017 How I wish I were… unchangeable, immutable, immense, stable. Solid in my solitude, impassible, endless. How I wish I could live like a rock in the vast ocean of time, an anchor to every move, a motor to every stillness. Although, who knows, maybe everything that moves a rock might perhaps stir the apparent lithic immutability with a vertiginous slowness able to alter a universe without changing a single thing. How I wish I were a stoic rock to patiently accept the imperceptible without perceiving the unacceptable. How I wish I were a rock to be able to feel life.

Colors of Fall. Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain) Easy as the featherlike touch of the wind on a face that is loved. Deep as the thundering voice that rumbles in the light. Strong as the scent of flowers so intoxicating as you go by. Elusive as the unwavering idea of a love that is perfect. Close as the cherished portrait of dreams that were. Distant as the evading goal that you so tenaciously pursue. Easy, strong, close, deep, elusive, distant as you feel. Perfect as the intangible harmony of quest and life.