Awakenings

AWAKENINGS

This collection speaks of awakenings, and what better time than in the season of the year of awakening, spring. The heart awakens after hibernation, nature sprouts in a spectacular way and soft, powdery, innocent and sensual colors are born again. They cling to the retina and take us on a journey, a journey that begins at dawn, which is always the beginning of something.

But tenderness is not eternal. The softness mutates towards life and the powdery colors are beaten blow by blow by the summer nature inside them, and will speak of sea and fire. What started out as pastel colors will end up as intense earth or deep turquoise.

We are still in Africa, our fetish continent where the sun maligns the colors as it pleases, because there are still awakenings to be told.

WAKING UP IN MARRAKECH

With the chanting of prayers repeated since dawn I open my eyes in a Riad in the very center of the Medina in Marrakech. After so many trips to this corner of the world I know that on the third day I will be able to adapt my sleep to the powerful call to prayer, meanwhile I have to watch the sunrise, which I already like!

I wrap myself in my linen robe and go up to the roof to have my first coffee. On one side of the sky the night still doesn't want to leave and lazily clings to the vault in a struggle it knows it has lost. A soft breeze in my hair brings me flashes of a strange dream among flowers that refuses to leave me, like tonight's sky. I draw those flowers in my notebook. They are big, hypnotic and blue like the sky. I close my eyes and turn towards the sun, like a plant. The flowers stain behind my eyelids and are no longer blue, but pink and orange.

Life begins to flow strongly down there, and the sun, still close to its cradle but already warm, seems to announce that it will not give truce today either.

Suddenly a message comes in on my cell phone, a damned thief of moments, that steals my eyes from the anthill of people at my feet and offers me the beginning of an adventure.

- Hi Manuela! It's about time you came back, welcome to Morocco! Today we leave for the desert, are you coming?

Whoever is sending me the message knows me so well that they know this is a rhetorical question.