In English

The Mediterranean from a flight approaching Barcelona, February 2018 Out of place, here and now, although there and then. Aware of what is, thinking of what could be. A rainy winter day, recalled solitude and present company. Longing for the gift of ubiquity which will allow, at last, to meet the longings of a heart full of scattered affections. On the shores of the Mediterranean longing for the Pacific, feeling on the banks of river Turia* the calling from Tormes* and Guadalquivir*. On the shore of solitude enjoying a future memory which will sublimate time and space. * Turia is the river in Valencia, Tormes in Salamanca, Guadalquivir in Córdoba

Three Rivers, California, January 2018 Over the clouds, on the way home. An air of sadness in my earphones. A sea of clouds, a treacherous calmness, longing for harmony. A gaze, flooded in blue, seeks an elusive opening, a peace far away from solitude. Nostalgia for the ones missing, loneliness on the way back home, familiar routines, a homey feeling. Loved, sheltered, loving, sheltering, living, sharing life, going on, unstoppable, in perfect company on the pre-chosen path, on a journey that was meant to be, towards a remote goal that you always had unknowingly right before your eyes.

Fallen sequoia. Sequoia and King Canyon National Park, January 2018 Weightless floating in the air a leaf searching its way. Shadows stalking, light slowly fading away. A leaf missing its home, the branch where it used to live, the sun warming the winter away, the rich nurturing soil. With a swift blow, the familiar wind of the world, the tenacious breath of the soul, started wisely guiding it back. And step by step the leaf came back to its roots, to the place where exhaustion took the final toll from the trunk where everything started. That same place brought all leaves together, made the contact possible with other sprouts which likewise could all now arise out of collapsed roots from the Earth to reach for the Sun.