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Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), December 2012 Shadows are hiding the path I made, what I learned through life, they are weighing down, clouding my light and my days. To forget the shadows to go on, to keep memories from being harmful ballast cutting my wings. To leave the ballast behind to lightly rise up to the skies… To forget? Never. To forget in order to live? To live on order to forget? No, I would rather accept and cherish my past just for the sake of going on.  

El Puig Creek, Puçol (València, Spain), January 2021 The sea is calling me, restless murmur of the waves, crackling gravel on the shore, a living soundtrack to the blue seawater swinging forth and back to the shore. Tireless. Unstoppable. Endless. The Mediterranean murmur, powerful and peaceful, calls me without a pause in my dark night.  

  Three Rivers, California (USA), January 2018 Winter light in bleak weather, gray in gray, yellowish gray the ground, yellowish gray, gray blue the sky. Bitter cold, the wind howls, flickering lures the fire into going home to the fireplace. Yearning for warmth on a cold winter day; longing in my veins, lead in my soul. But memories of light, too, recollections of the warmth which in other winters could warm up my heart.

Marjal dels Moros, Puçol (València, Spain), January 2021   Plans, companions, projects, some fulfilled dreams, some, too, which went away: to be normal, to fit in. Although that is not the future I was destined to. I am sure getting my future, my very own, very perfect fate. Away from being a clone, away from being a drone. To be weird, authentic: that is the future I want. My future does not know of burdens or limits: my future is just myself, just being the human I actually am.

  Marjal dels Moros, Puçol (València, Spain), January 2021 Far, far, far away; to start all over again unknown, on my own. To learn how to walk, to learn how to breathe, to learn just how to be. Alone in my world; alone, accounting for nothing; alone, not damaging, nor hurting. To gaze at the light of days, to get the soft touch of air, to enjoy the sound of silence. To carry on without moving, to fly without leaving the ground, to flow with no feelings, with no thoughts, with no more hurt.

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.