Time to burn the past.

Old papers from a different life,

Blood from the same old knife. ...

My edges feel frozen,

But I’m alive.

I have dreams, ...

I too dream of flying.

In my heart I do.

In my mind, I’m afraid to. ...

A special village I know well in Catalonia is gradually getting smaller as the years pass. The younger generation migrating towards urban ...

Delicate,

Intricate,

Soft, ...

Orange, in a sea of green…

Not belonging, misunderstood, unaccepted?

Perhaps. ...

Summer beach cabins,

Locked for the season.

Foggy mornings, ...

Even mailboxes cry,

And become rusty with time…

Sad stories,...

Then wait for the sun

To slowly disrobe me,

Around noon? ...

Cold nights,

Deserted streets,

Time to clear the mind…

We both have many broken parts. Some days, she holds my pieces together. On others, I return the favor. For me, this is what ...

Pages from an old life.

Days long passed.

Time to say goodbye. ...

Hail landing on the skylight,

Playing nature’s melody,

A gentle tap, tap. ...

White sand.

It’s in the desert somewhere.

Close by. ...

Leafless, tangled branches…

It’s how I feel right now.

Yes, there is light, ...

Closed,

Unavailable, and

As far as you’re concerned, ...

Squeezed,

Crumpled,

Finding it hard, ...

First snow of the year,

Trees changing color,

Nature readying for rest. ...

The peer is empty,

You left on the boat,

And I’m all alone. ...

A full moon rising,

Carrying childhood memories

Of nights sleeping under the stars. ...