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Sequoia & King Canyon National Park, California (USA), January 2018 Footprints lonely in the tracks, footprints together in the woods; footprints erasing one another, footprints, though on the ground helping each other to go forth in life. Footprints of endless straight ways, footprints of loves fought and felt; footprints of growing together hand in hand, footprints of differences so beautiful, so intense. Footprints of love turned to pain, footprints awakening in light, in a song, footprints reminding you are on your way; footprints which simply tell you you are alive and still learning.

Puig Ravine, Puçol (València, Spain), July 2020 Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened Anatole France (1844-1924) I do not know whether in this life I happened to simply love an animal from deep within my soul, a soul seemingly unawakened. I do know that I did love –still do– like an animal does: with no filters, no assessment, no judgement about facts such as if love given and love gotten do ever balance each other out. I do not know if I ever loved an animal, I do know though, that I did love like one and was happy when being loved and suffered when not. And I grew up, I loved and keep loving just out of the selfishness to know that it is loving like an animal what makes me truly human.

North Sea, Norway, August 2015 I needed people back in time to heaven my cloudy days, people who sometimes instead went out of their way to hell my time. I learned to live breathing heaven, I learned to survive breathing hell; I learned to bring closer who heavened me, I learned to send away who helled me. It is just like this with experience: now I rather heaven my life myself, so that nobody gets in a position to even try and hell my days. Heaven and hell, light and shadow, always hand in hand; both my own hell and my own heaven always hand in hand with my soul. A claim for balance so strange between heaven and hell, hell and heaven. helling the ones who claim to heaven me while heavening the ones who hell me… well in the know that hell and heaven are but two sides of my own coin.

La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), September 2017 Looking back as a change of year comes to make inventory of debit and credit, of achievements, challenges, paths walked and of every step which I still have to take. To banish regrets without a sorrow, to accept and assume scars and wounds: to heal again, to feel complete once more, to retake abandoned paths, to fulfill dreams. New colors in the Summer air, colors out of a rainbow of maturity which holds what I was, what I am and welcomes, too, everything I will ever be. New age, a new orbit around the Sun: a daily harvest of fulfilled dreams while I unwaveringly enjoy every single thing life puts in my way.

Córdoba (Spain), August 2016 (© José Antonio Calañas Continente) Time in lockdown, enforced solitude, a time so fruitful and intense… extremely different, strangely familiar, though. A pretension of new normalcy, barely apparent, pretty unreal, which leads my eyes back to the very core, the hearth of my essence. This new air so fresh and fragrant of a somehow sudden normalcy brings the calling if roots and blood: it lets me, pure instinct, cross the country to get back to my home and to feel the force of reuniting with my gens. Surrounded by roots in the southern Summer, this familiar air resettles at last the cruel uneasiness of a solitude which is never to come back.

La Toba (Cuenca, Spain), May 2009 Some things remain untold, though not unspoken. Feelings visible as light, hidden as shameful secrets. Shame lays, though, in the eyes of the one who acts and makes, a stubborn feeling you try and never succeed at letting go. To tell night from sunrise, experience from pain… an adventure easily untold, although not always unspoken. What I see and tell from my vantage point finds its cave in me, visible only to myself, visible only to my soul. To feel again complete in my own company, comfortable in my own skin: happy with the cards destiny dealt to me. My heart untold, though never unspoken.

Lake Constance (Germany), August 2009 Endless blues in land and sky, turquoise in water and salt, azure in air and sun. Wet cotton-like clouds, warm air, end of Spring, pleasant announce of Summer. Time to get back to the journey in body through life, the mind never stopped. Time to feel once more the heartbeat of days, life running unstoppable through your veins.