Art: Photography Exhibition at Manarat al Saadiyat, Abu Dhabi



Isn’t like really all about what is unseen?


Animals have souls…

” If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.” James Herriot

” Let us remember that animals are not mere resources for human consumption. They are splendid beings in their own right, who have evolved alongside us as co-inheritors of all the beauty and abundance of life on this planet” Marc Bekoff


Wandering: At the market, Madeira, Portugal


Words: Maybe it’s all exactly the same thing. 

‘’ Some people come, some people go. Some come to teach you how to love, others to teach you how to let go… Some things burn to ashes, before they have even begun, others are built, day by day, slowly and patiently. It’s beautiful… this ever revolving push and pull of life, isn’t it? This not knowing, which is which? Maybe the destruction is a construction… and the things we think we are building, slowly, are the ones that are burning after all. Maybe it’s all exactly the same thing.  ‘’ 

  • From my notes.


Nature is ever at work building and pulling down, creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling and flowing, allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion, chasing everything in endless song out of one beautiful form into another.” John Muir



“A loving heart is the truest wisdom.” Charles Dickens

—– Words I always try to live by.


Poem: In the strings of time

Down in the strings of time. 

Where the mosses are free, 

And the birds forever twitter, 

What is has already become, 

And the distance that echoes, 

That longing feeling that never fades, 

Has all dissolved into the light. 


Poem: In High Palaces

In High Palaces voices sing, 

Through invisible distances

Of lost times and broken stones, 

Listen! Listen to the lullabies. 

They are angels of others, 

Way down in the depths of the self, 

In vast alleys of the great unknown

Grown fast, deep and wide, 

Stretch out to the open sky. 

Let the roots sink and the wings fly. 

Become a flower that shines, 

A bird that is endlessly gliding, 

A spirit that forever loves. 

Go down darling, deep down. 

Listen to the songs that come. 

Be ready to sacrifice yourself, 

And what is yours will come to you

As it has always been. 

Let your own voice laugh in the shadows, 

Be ready to cry in your little heart, 

And what has been will become. 

Once again, as designed, as promised,
As it is meant to be.