Countless times I saw Alice. I saw her in Amsterdam in a small bakery sitting by the window, drinking coffee, eating a blueberry muffin and writing. I admired Alice not only there but all the other times I saw her, in the same scenario only changing what she ate and…
Today, with no effort or wanting, I reminisced you. With no nostalgia or guilt, because remembering is not a sin or choice. I remembered…
Solitude and fear often led me to travel. When I searched for answers I traveled, bought a ticket to find me. In other times,…
Mine are all of those who make mistakes, apologize and come back, always. They are the ones who cry, shout and laugh in front…
A trip, dictated the rest of my life. One, the first one, was enough to know that no matter what I do, how or…