Since I lost you
Every time your eyeslook at me without knowing me,my soul crackslike a dry trunk. But I have to be a green branchto hold your trembling armand take you with a
Despite its troubles
Every time your eyeslook at me without knowing me,my soul crackslike a dry trunk. But I have to be a green branchto hold your trembling armand take you with a
Strange autumn is a little poem inspired in the climatic change and how the nature and people is reacting to it . … Continue readingStrange Autumn
The sky is slowly turning off and the streetlights of the life turn on. its yellowish light light up the gray floor and turns it like gold. So our steps
Surprisingly my music flows free although on tiptoe down uncharted paths to discover sounds and emotions that are inside me and I didn’t know. Harmonies, dissonances, enigmas, new melodies, a
Hundreds of fishermen and their families of Arenys de Mar, a village near Barcelona, prayed yesterday to Our Lady of the Carmel, following an old tradition for their safety and
I’m spending some vacation days in an old house with an old garden. The kind of garden is difficult to find nowadays. Strolling its paths is like traveling to a
After decades of absence, I visited the village where I spent the happiest summers of my childhood: Canet de Mar near Barcelona. My nephew, now a grown man, guided me
After two years of silence because of the Pandemia, my city has exploded again to celebrate the big fiesta of San Fermín. The people have flooded the streets and won’t
Maybe some of my followers are wondering what happened to me. I grew silent since January. No posts no photos. Nothing. The culprit: a brand new violin I received as