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  Cape Sant Vincent, Portugal, March 2006 For months on end in a weird world, an island within myself, grappling with what-ifs, what-nots, what-nows. Most of my time spent missing places, people, the roots I belong to, the roots I chose on the way. Time away, nothing changed. Still longing for a meet, for a cup of coffee, even tea, longing for a call, maybe, for a talk, for sure. Months on end in an island missing people, places, roots, I am ready at last to leave the isle: I am back!

  Hornindalsvatnet, Norway, August 2015 A huge void before me Deep darkness behind Struggle Pain Steps ahead Love soothing the air Hope to move along Hope to move forth Hope to live on Me, unafraid Happiness at last.

Xàbia/Jávea (Alicante, Spain), April 2017 In sleepless nights in wakeful days, too, life, rest, air get rustled by dreams. Dreams which make you wish they would just come soon to an end, your only need waking up and seeing they were just dreams and luckily they are simply over and done with. Dreams which you are terrified to quit because you just do not want to go through the sudden and cruel loss of a reality which was just perfect. The best dreams though are indeed those, oneiric and real, you live consciously, all your senses alive, all your feelings alive, your whole being alive and awake.  

At home, Puçol (València, Spain), November 2020   Words waking up worlds, making us human, sensitive. Pages gluing planets together, taking us on endless journeys without a fear… or just terrified. Pages sewn in mirrorlike fashion, a looking glass waking up a brain which laughs with every single tale. Books, repositories of unsuspected treasures, of stories from nearby and far away, vessels full of watered horizons which memory and senses reveal into the brightest light of day.

  Pacific Pallisades (California, USA), January 2018 If today, just for a change, is painted in colors which don’t belong, stop being grumpy and complaining: Just be yourself the painter of your day. Take in your own hands the reins which will guide you along the way, paint each and every path and trail in the colors you love and live. Don’t get comfortable nor complacent until the colors which surround you are just the colors you love and enjoy: be color without a complex, just be happy.

  Córdoba (Spain), November 2019 Shades of gray in the sky, almost within my soul, too… Shades of gray oppressing, shades of gray reviled. Not so, today: this shade of gray is just what I need, the dim light which moves me, the soft light which guides me. Shades of gray in the sky today tomorrow will be a big rainbow: these shades of gray in my sky are but a future to breathe in.

  Neckarrems (Germany), October 2016 Air, strings, wood. To breathe the sweet touch which revives the wood, which lends voice to the air, which brings the soul light. Air, strings, wood. To tremble with the voices of new kinds of music in the tones of minstrels coming from ancient lives. Air, strings, wood. To grow and be rhythm and harmony . Air, strings, wood. To create and live: to be music.