I find the sacred in the everyday, I live sheltered by my rituals, with the incessant sensation that each step is new and that it has been taking place for an eternity, that it has always been

Sometimes I struggle between the desire and the fear of fully discovering myself, of allowing myself to open up to the limitlessness of myself, other times I open up, let go, surrender, kneel before it and then I discover myself, the one that I belong. It is then when I feel that I bring something of meaning to life, when I allow life to express itself through me, when I feel creator and creation at the same time.

I am passionate about the human, to see the pure potential, the divine, behind the too often uniform face, to go through the appearance, the circumstance, find the tension and sustain it

I recognize in me the human capacity to invoke the genuine in the other, to offer the naked, open look that goes through the mirror, to inhabit the time in which only what is and be with it matters.

I consider that the present moment is a window, perhaps a door to the eternal presence

I lack doctrine, dogma, discourse to cling to, the more I believe in the word that tenses silence, shapes it, even suspecting that silence is what gives quality to the sound

It is difficult for me to talk about cycles, beginnings, endings, since they appear to form a unit

I decide to give myself to existence, to the creative that inhabits it, to the life that I am, to nature, to others and their deep need to recognize themselves, to shake off and remember the unity from which we started and run the risk of forgetting , to wake up from the lethargy of the divided and form a new stage, a new walk, in which to meet and share, embodying the dream of a new humanity