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Mediterranean Sea in Puçol (Spain), September 2019 The gentle, steady roar of waves crashing on the shore anchors me delicately to a Here and Now full of tranquility and peace. I am now sailing in a calm sea, negotiating streams, currents. I enjoy walking on soft grounds as I breathe in the fresh breeze of life in its perfect balance.

Puerta del Rincón (Corner's Gate), Córdoba, August 2019 I used to be a house, grounded, solid, sheltering, welcoming. Later I became a home full with wishes and dreams, harboring love, warmth, sharing, growing, blossoming. One day, love and warmth and light left the nest, and me, an empty shell, without a purpose, just a house again. I took the chance, seized the time, I cleaned and aired the house, readied the hearth, opened windows, turned on the light back again. So, once again, though alone, I am ready to stop being a shell: I will no longer be just a house, but a home of which I will be proud.

Hidden Moon. Los Villares de Córdoba (Spain), August 2019 Always longing, angst today, fear tomorrow: unfruitful uncertainty, a desolate landscape. Absences today open up new spaces to my own happiness which sprouts and spills over to everyone around. Dry wasteland today, a space, though, to be whole and happy, to live the usual everyday longing with the innocent happiness of just being alive.