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Serra (València, Spain), March 2022 Gazing into the horizon never losing the bright view of a Spring about to come. Reddish, fruitful soil, wet greens, wet blacks, a promise of colors with no end. Fragrances of pure, fresh rain cleansing soul and air of a March about to go.

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), February 2022   The soothing murmur of wheels on the asphalt awakens a whirlwind of plans and dreams, of realities close by. The landscape flies on the road, a scenery in motion, a set for projects about to start. The restless whirlwind of dreams and nightmares gives birth at last to the bright light of success. The restless whirlwind, lulled to sleep by landscapes and roads, gives way to the strength to conquer the calm after the storm.

  Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), February 2022 When I was strong, did not believe in myself, though, I got wounded and staggered. I believed then healing meant completely erasing, suppressing both scars and wounds. And I tried. A loop started for me then: wound, pain, scar, healing, erasing, wound… At last I learned not to erase, but to accept my path, to accept wounds and scars as just another part of me. I realized scars are but witnesses of who I was, guides of who I am, a sign of who I can become. My scars, footprints of life, just prove that I am strong, that I knew how -and did- rebuild myself to not be broken ever again. Kintsugi (Japanese 金継ぎ) is the art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver or platinum. (Wikipedia)

La Toba (Cuenca, Spain), May 2009 Years ago, I started looking beyond my eyes, beyond skin and bones and discovered a layer. A layer thin, but strong, tough hiding everything I thought I was. Through pain, with love the layer could be removed: Joy and happiness unbridled came into the brightest light. Back then to look up to the Sun, up to the most colorful horizon, a sliver of hope which, again, faded to gray. Another layer, a new trek through darkness to learn from and conquer hardships caused and passed. It just goes on like this, from joy, realization to darkness, hard times through struggle, pain to learning and back to joy. On to the next layer I have just happened upon. This time, though, I will keep my eyes on the path: The goal will soon enough be back within my reach. And so will I go on, removing layer after layer until joy and happiness decide to stay home forever.

  Walt Disney Hall of Music, Los Angeles (California, USA), January 2018 To make out of learned and lived a quarry to get the stones to build. To build a path, a house, a home, a shelter, a garden. To build a path to keep on learning. To build a house to nurture the body. To build a home to enjoy peace and quiet. To build a shelter to protect the soul. To build a garden to grow life. To build, simply to make sense of the path.

On the way to work. Albuixech (València, Spain), February 2022   Stumbled and fell, stood up and went on. A cycle easily unbroken, a system well closed. Stumbled and fell, stood up and went on. Learned something on the way, made plans, lived them through. Stopped without stumbling, smiled and went on. Kept putting words in motion, kept moving, going further. Stopped no more, smiled and just lived on.

Northern Fjord, Norway, August 2015   My heart did stop sharing its beats, echoing with others, uniting bloods and souls, breathing just one air, feeling just one light. My heart did bleed the blood of rejection, the wounds needed to learn; and started to beat again while feeling without sharing, while sharing without missing any smile, any light. My heart did lose its beat, its harmony; it got unbalanced (and scared): it didn’t know where to send all this love which stayed back as an orphan starved for caresses.