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  Mediterranean Sea. Fuengirola (Málaga, Spain), April 2022 A single voice, so unique on its own, to its own drummer, just flying for the sake of it. Voices together, so unique, at times dissonant, at times disharmonious. Strong voices, so solid, so generously becoming one leaving disagreements behind. Dissonance in a choir, so unique, so harmonious: infinite jazz.

Puçol (València, Spain), February 2022 Fresh air, soothing breeze, smell of water and salt, smell of coffee and sun. Calm in April, beginnings close by, a promise of good dreams. Mediterranean dream, which almost secretly starts to come true.

Puçol (València, Spain), March 2022 I keep time at arm’s length, since it is a constant reminder of how ephemeral life, or happiness, or pleasure can be. Even so, a voice inside tells me shyly: as long as there is time, hope can live and blossom. I so cling to hope just to keep in mind that whatever might be, to hope means to be alive. And I live then both time and hope lulled in a serene calmness: the goal is close by, my days are about to smile.

Juniper. Serra (València, Spain), Marcho 2022   Whitegreen on a wet morning, rough like landscape and air: juniper bushes brighten up the view. Scents of soil, of clay, of green soaked in rain: beauty huddling in waiting, sign of Spring about to start. A rainy morning, a thorny landscape: a metaphor of life, a promise of future.

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)