…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”
…no estoy pensando en las heridas, mucho menos en llegar.
Si pensara en las heridas tendría que detenerme demasiado tiempo para esperar a que sanen y poder continuar. Continue reading “Heridas”
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”
¿Qué es la magia abue?
Me preguntó con esos ojos que casi pesaban más que su curiosidad, a causa del sueño que la invadía poco a poco. La chispa de su pregunta, sin embargo, los hacía brillar como cuando los abría y me miraba al despertar con un par de soles radiantes. Continue reading “Magia”
During life, I have come to a description of what “growing up” means. It is certainly not about being serious or getting all what we want exactly in the moment we wish we had it; and much less about having everything figured out. In fact, somewhere when I was still a child, those at 25 seemed so far away, grown up and ”safe”, since their life looked like perfectly structured as if they had solved the puzzle of their dreams and the survival challenge in the world they -we- are living; keeping the fun and their passions while producing enough money to skip the question of… are we going to make it next month?. Continue reading “Safe periods”