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Puçol (València, Spain), September 2021 Gray in the sky, gray in the water, gray in the soul. Autumn near the Mediterranean: renovation, let go. Open doors to green: Hope. Blue in the sky, blue in the water. A rainbow in the soul.  

  Puçol (València, Spain), September 2021 Such a long time being strong, that, barely wanting to, I armor-plated my feelings. Such a long time armored, that I no longer know how to open the door to my soul. Such a long time keeping a lid on myself, that emotions and feelings gave up hope of finding a way out. Such a long time being strong, armored, controlled, that in the end happiness drown.

Puçol (València, Spain), September 2021 Days at the end of Summer, days of memories, of beginnings: time to take stock of life. Eager to start a new season, full of energy, of light, of willpower to come out of my slumber. Days of old pains, longing for what could have been: self-deceiving of an imperfect future. To walk alone, never lonely, along this brand-new time, together with friendship, landscape, sound. I stand up in harmony swimming in the tenacious sadness which stubbornly walks along with me. Without a haste, nor a pause, with memories and longings: more experiences, learning moments. Without a pause, nor a haste; wiser, more cautious, though alive, on my way.  

Puçol (València, Spain), September 2021   There is nothing as constant, as permanent such as change. Such is the paradox of life, where a day which comes to an end opens the door to new paths. A single day wiser, a day just calmer in the storm of time. A peaceful volcano, igneous magma of passion on days of icy solitude. Withstand… no, just live on learning, just learn on living.

  Neckarrems (Germany), August 2021 Here and now, place and time, constant harmony. A now for each here, a here at each time, a harmonious home every time, everywhere. Harmony alive, conscious of where and when, conscious, too, of who. I smile while longing  for lots of places, for lots of times, for lots of people: a yearning for my home. Conscience, at the end of the day: at home in many places, at home at many times, a home made up of hearts and souls with no limits in space with no limits in time.

  Bad Urach (Germany), August 2021 Water singing in the air, light dripping through the leaves, a fresh breeze caresses your skin waking up your body, opening your eyes in the forest. A splendid view into the greenery, take a deep breath of the peaceful air: the silent force of the steadfast trees will once again recharge your soul with the brightest of energies. To go healthy hiking in the forest, walking on the deep tracks which were once left there to be followed in again and again.

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), August 2021 Carved rocks,  guardians of memories in the face of the mountains, books of the past hidden among plants, smells, landscapes… An air of memory, of absence, of disembodied presence, of bodies learning, grasping of their own presence. A longing for the future, memories of todays both possible and plausible. Air, light, pristine energy of a magical forest which embraces us, lulls us in a song, which centers us, grounds us, which just welcomes us to give us the strength to carry on and to bid farewell to things whose value is lost.