In English

Puçol (València, Spain), May 2020 This strange Spring full of clean air, no noise in the streets, seemingly no haste either, after an enforced retreat everything looks renewed. Skies look bluer, crystal clear views, neat colors and smells invite and encourage walking to contemplate life reborn. From my window, from my walking solitude, I greet nature, which displays its arsenal of beauty and new life, and I dream. I dream of a hug, of the peace in a solitude which is sought after, not forced upon. I dream of the next phase with my feet well grounded, anchored in the one I am living now.

San Diego, California (USA), November 2018 To trust paper with emotions, memories, with life experiences in different heres, in different nows. To make permanent a volatile moment, a feeling of a different happiness, of different visions. To share with the world recollections, sensations, the harmony of understanding, of longing. To write to leave outside sheltered from time what took my sleep away and what made me dream.

Venice Beach (California, USA), November 2018 I don’t know if I miss you or the memory of you, what I felt you were, what you meant to me. I don’t know if I miss you in these times so strange of enforced solitude, of cloistered harmony. I don’t know if I miss you or just your advice in these times so delicate to decide on futures. I don’t know if I miss you or the warmth of senses so often shared, so often found though barely seeking. I don’t know if I miss you, most likely I do, but I do know that I embrace lovingly, no holds barred, the person I am now, alone, cloistered, growing once again, complete in solitude, happy and alive.

Changes. Puçol (València, Spain), April 2020 To fly in thoughts forgetting your body freshens up the air in the corner of your lockdown. April 23, 2020

Barranc del Puig (Puig Creek, Puçol, Spain), Marxh 2020 Doubts, unease, enforced solitude, constantly inside my head. Feeling I am in a wrong here, not where I belong. Missing what has not been, thinking whether here is alright or if there it is even better. Taking a deep breath, looking forward, far away while looking inside myself. To follow at last my restless soul, my heart, to find that special place which hides away within my inner peace.

Carmel (California, USA), October 2019 I wished I were metal to watch without suffering, but I missed my feelings. I wished I were fire to fight and conquer, but I had to yield. I wished I were water to flow without an end, but I missed my hugs. I wished I were earth to shelter without keeping, but I missed the perpetual motion. I wished I were ether to vanish without missing, but my heart got empty. I wished a lot before, now I wish I were metal, water, fire, earth, ether. Metal to give strength in solitude. Water to let things flow. Earth to shelter life. Ether to discretely hold everything. I wish I were just who I am.

Barranc del Puig - Puig Ravine - (Puçoñ, Spain), April 2020 I learned to walk, to speak, to play with others, to be simply happy. I learned to read, to write, to keep things in my mind, to grow. I learned to compete against time, to conquer my fears, to share. I learned to love, to lose, to give without expectations, to thank. I learned to live fast, to carry on without a pause, to achieve. Though, now I am learning to be with myself, to spare my time, to grow just inside. I am learning to be in sync with the air, to beat with the waves, to stop. I am learning to walk unhurried, to enjoy the breeze, to be calm. I am learning to give myself time and space, to enjoy the silence, to live life without a haste. Breathing in this new beat, I am learning to be more complete and, with more light and less hurry, to be happy in simplicity.