Last time I wrote was a while ago, and although I haven’t made time to sit and make something worthy enough out of my thoughts, I surely have been writing long pieces in my mind…This is one of those (it’s a warning). Continue reading “Falling…”
How many times do we look, naked before the mirror, directly into our eyes. Continue reading “Mirror”
And your heart starts feeling at home; that place is not geographic, not tangible at all… it’s something you feel filling your insides, “fueling” you, embracing you, allowing you to flow. Continue reading “Piece of home”
…there my love, you have always been there, Here. I just can’t stop feeling the tickles of your presence in my belly, in the stomach of my heart. Continue reading “There…love”
Today I am not the strong girl who believes everything can be done and “everything is gonna be alright”… Continue reading “Not sure”
…I’m not thinking about the wounds, even less about arriving.
If I were thinking about my wounds I would have to stop too often to wait for them to heal and be able to continue. Continue reading “Wounds”
And you fall….the moment you feel stronger, more confident and maybe going faster, then you bump into something that makes you feel completely powerless, vulnerable and heavy, so without anything you can do to avoid it, you fall. Continue reading “…And you fall”