Whether as casual note-taking —which is how this unassuming corner began— or as published books, writing has followed me through the places I've lived: my hometown, my youth trips abroad, the Barcelona years, the brief return to Sabadell, and these present days in the Terres de l'Ebre.
It has been a discreet way of understanding what shifts in me and what holds, as if I wrote to observe the crossings between place and self.
Pedra Seca (2021) emerged in the years when Ulldecona was only a partial home: a rural light I kept returning to, not yet anchored in. Those poems carry the restraint of that landscape and that moment in life, when my days were rooted mainly in Barcelona and I felt the need to reduce things to their essential lines.
A year later, Brickyard Therapy (2022) grew from the opposite movement: leaving the capital after fourteen years and spending a short, revealing season in Sabadell. Red brick, industrial quietness, and a more modest kind of honesty shaped that book of poems and short stories —my way of making sense of a return I undertook with trust, and that only later revealed itself to be temporary.
Now settled in the Tortosa area, I write with a different rhythm. Two new books are in progress: one autobiographical, one composed of haiku. Both try to stay close to what is real, without ornament.
