Astro Fonda

As I mentioned in my last letter, I had been thinking for a while about continuing my work on Esferas, but I couldn’t find the time. This Sunday, however, there was a shift in my perspective that not only led me to write and send a letter immediately, but also to sit down and write […]

I finally sit down to write, hearing the bubbling of a couple of pots coming from the kitchen. I was preparing a vegetable puree and some rice, but in reality, I was thinking about Esferas. I miss Esferas. That constant creative tension, without expectations but ready to fire at any moment. It kept me very

Here ends the second week of my sixth semester at Berklee. In just two weeks, I have learned/discovered/understood so many things that, in reality, they would be enough to spend months integrating it all. That’s how intense Berklee is, and that’s how intense I am too. But the train doesn’t stop here. I still have

How is a tree built? Its leaves absorb carbon dioxide (CO2) from the air. Then these CO2 molecules are broken down into carbon (C) and oxygen (O2). The tree keeps the carbon and releases the oxygen back into the atmosphere. By mixing the carbon with water and a few minerals from the earth, it creates

From here, I write to you today. I arrived to Madrid in the early hours of Saturday the 13th. That same day was the engagement party of my little sister, Cris, who is getting married soon. After sleeping badly for a few hours, I stumbled out of the room like a zombie from the grave,

Last week, I spoke with a friend who also runs a newsletter called Capuchina. We both started our projects around the same time, so now, about six months later, we had a conversation about the challenges we had faced so far. I shared an idea with her that I discovered on another blog, ricosylibres.com, which

“I can be hurt by nothing but my thoughts.” Lesson 281, A Course In Miracles A few months ago, I decided to record a string quartet for my song “Todo al Blanco.” The mission was, on one hand, to compose the arrangement and write the sheet music, and on the other, to find two violinists,

I was going to go for a walk, but when I looked outside, I saw that the sky was very gloomy. Now a deluge is falling so hard that Serefé, the oak on the other side of the window, is shouting “Good heavens!” while its branches wave wildly under the lashes of the water. A

I return to the image used by Jesus about the vineyard: He is the vine, and God is the gardener. We are the branches of the vine. The Gardener removes the branches that do not bear fruit, and those that do bear fruit He prunes so that they bear more fruit. Walt Whitman also said

My letter today talks about this poem, how I wrote it, and some reflections on the creative process and inspiration. I’m sharing it again because it’s always good to read a poem a couple of times. But, if you’re not in the mood, the letter is at the end! Song to the Dark Light PART