Sometimes it’s a good idea to halt, take a stop, break your inertia. What for? It’s not just a matter of physical, mental and emotional...
I took this photo in Menorca, a couple of weeks ago, after the talk I was fortunate enough to give at the beautiful Teatro Principal in Maó, the...
Sitting on a simple plastic chair in his white vest, he calmly, placidly smokes a thick cigar, always at the same time, always in the same...
Sorolla painted a Mediterranean of lapping waves, of gentle breezes, of exquisite women with their dresses fluttering in the wind, of children...
I discovered the work of Roberto Assagioli when I was around fourteen. During my adolescence and early adulthood I would wander around Barcelona,...
Playing among the ivy, flowers emerge like sparks in luxurious tones mingling blues, indigos, azure, white and violet. They’re minute, but...
How pleasant silence can be, in the company of those you love, when you want it, when you share it, in privacy, in tenderness. How full it is of...
Far away, very far, I make out the contour of a small sailboat. It is the white sails that give it away, lit up by the Mediterranean sun that...
Talking about the extraordinary beauty of some of the poems written by Constantine P. Cavafy, Yvette gives me this excerpt as a present [free and...