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Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), December 2020 Against the canvas of the evening sun a tree is floating in the mist. Thick air, surprisingly light, though. A clean look beyond what you sense, beyond what you see. Gray mist floods your soul. a mist which obscures, distances the eternal white of crystal-clear light. Peace radiates from this corner, last evenings in the Fall; far away the sun takes a short respite to gather momentum to keep on shining, to shine bright  all over the world.  

Puçol (València, Spain), December 2020   Time is neither a river, nor a path, it is more a loyal squire always at your side, always close at hand. Time is a companion, a witness you can trust: it always pushes you forward, on and on, whenever you just wish to go back and retreat. Time never gives up on you, it is always at your side beyond what you ever were, beyond what you are now, beyond what you will ever be.

Walt Disney Hall of Music, Los Angeles (USA), January 2018   Beyond dreams and wishes and intentions generously opens up a path of light sheltered from harsh shadows, embraced by the soft wind which rocks the branches of trees. Beyond dreams and wishes and intentions magnanimous hugs you the lush fertile garden promise of abundance, omen of the peacefulness which will lull you to sleep. Beyond dreams and wishes and intentions and gardens and paths life does go on, your life goes on.

  Puçol (València, Spain), November 2020 Swimming upstream, against the wind. A steady fight against odds you never even fathomed. Discovering your strength upstream against the world. This is your way. This is the way.

Puçol (València, Spain), November 2020 Do you feel sometimes like your country is no longer your country, like your world is no longer your world? Do you feel a longing for things you never had, for things you never lived? Do you feel just like rewriting your life? Do you feel, when rewriting, like you are not ready to renounce the good you lived, the good you learned? Sorry, you have to know there is no such thing as rewriting, as going back without renouncing both everything and everyone. There definitely is no such thing as rewriting without renouncing, you just have to breathe and keep going with clear eyes and your brightest smile.

Home. Puçol (València, Spain), November 2020   The pain of the open wound left by loves that were, made out of an unguarded heart an unassailable rock. Lurking loves constantly battering on the stony skin forced the lithic suffering heart into a bastion among thick briers. Tenacious love, though, managed to ignite the briers letting at last fire start changing igneous rock into lava. With the incandescent lava the sacrifice of the rock came to give back space to a love which never ever stopped.

  Puçol (València, Spain), November 2020 Grau, gray, gris, a dark sky heavy with rain, an invitation to stay home, a time off to think, write, rest. Gray, gris, grau, clouds around me, cold breeze, shout out for a fireplace lit, a bonfire of both loss and wins. Gris, grau, gris, a promise to look back, a promise to keep going on, a promise to build a future.