In English

Stanford University, California, September 2019 Sun across the Quad, trees and water and light. “Die Luft der Freiheit weht” an air of freedom around while people come and go. Light and sounds fill a day in the early Californian Fall: people living, learning, growing both in mind and in the soul.

North Atlantic, somewhere between Greenland and Canada, September 2019 I used to fly alone just for the fun of flying, of soaring high up in the sky, of contemplating the greenery of forests unknown, of feeling life evolving. You came then into my life, I learned to go with you, to despise being alone; I learned to love and share, I lost myself in that special way love let us be nothing but our bond. Bond broken, alone again. So much to relearn: Learn again to rely on my senses, my mind, on my own heart and soul to be able to find my way. But you all, my Friends, as one rallied around to help me find again the way up to the sky, the way to fly unbound. You made me find again my way home, again love beyond the pain: helped me believe in myself being all that is needed to make my dreams be.

Blossoming at home. Puçol (València, Spain), September 2019 Summer draught weakens the earth, dormant life patiently awaiting the comeback of a softness longed for. Plentiful rains threaten with floods and desert the gentle expectant soil. With the warm sunlight of the Fall life, awake at last from its slumber, tiptoes back to the sleeping nature. Flowers in a barren land, messengers of a future fruitful and lively, colorful and fresh: new life is on its way.