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The life

Hidden, exposed, life shows itself wherever you go, wherever those trained eyes are able to see it. Proud of its existence, whatever its expression, it will not hesitate to invest all its energy to continue its journey, always finding its way back to its path. That search for meaning that is found within each being, that powerful magnet that invites us without hesitation, relentlessly, to dance to life, to honor it, to value it, is wonderfully embedded in our genes and in our soul to the rhythm of survival. All beings, every creature that has the fortune to be part of this joint and shared life, including the environments they inhabit, without exception; vibrate under the same music. Life is capable of listening to this melody and responding splendidly, showing itself in the flowering of the plants and the ripening of the fruits, in the gliding of the birds and…

The fir tree

The other day I felt like reading a book in a small park in the middle of Madrid. I had to make time for an event and I thought it was a good idea to take advantage of it to continue with one of my readings. I looked for a place as far away from the hustle and bustle as possible and, at the same time, as close to nature as possible in the heart of a big city. I remember being capricious when choosing the bench I was going to sit on. It was important to me. I had set out to squeeze the most out of my reading experience. It had to be a secluded bench, away from the road, but at the same time with a beautiful view of the vegetation and the sky over Madrid. In the end, after not being convinced by any of the…

Painting and coffee books

The rain had given me a break, but I was beginning to urge to take shelter somewhere. It took me a while to choose a cafe. Having passed several establishments none seemed to convince me (again). In the end, I decided to stop in front of one whose windows had large green letters. I must admit that I have a certain weakness for green. I walked towards it and stood in the entrance, confused: it seemed to be closed. It was quite large and dark, and to my regret, at first glance I found no sign of life inside. However, something quickly caught my attention: shelves full of books decorated the walls on the second floor. I love places with books. It didn’t take much more to encourage me to confirm that the place was really closed. I felt a certain joy when I discovered a door miming between the…

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