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Hacia dentro
Me gusta llegar al núcleo de las cosas. Cuando quitamos al máximo los detalles, los datos que distraen, nos quedamos con la esencia de lo que es, de lo que existe sin más. Llegamos al núcleo. • El reto de sintetizar este tiempo, este proceso caminado, en una sola imagen. Un año y más de…
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Gratitud
Sucede cada tanto, esto de ir a carpetas de fotos de los años pasados, y sonreír cada vez que las repaso. Una mezcla de sensaciones regresa a mí, como una ola que me envuelve. Esa era yo, y era feliz en lo simple de aquellos presentes. Con las pequeñas cosas. Con el aire fresco de…
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The fortune of the non-conformists
To bet one’s life on the life we dream of having means to risk it itself. Those of us who recognize ourselves as non-conformists, we know of the extreme abyss that is felt when facing a decision that inevitably puts us on the other side of the river with little or no security at all.…
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Blossom
These days are the silent demonstration that life overcomes death, that at some point the winter must also die to be reborn in a new form. Like everything and everyone. I was thinking what a flexible role winter plays… Strengthening the roots by folding in on itself, reassembling, nourishing itself… What a brilliant acceptance of…
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The place of what is lost
A few days ago I was in Italy, in one of my beloved cities: Verona. One of the things I am passionate about doing is visiting my favorite bookstores. In one of them, I spent almost an hour browsing the two floors, filled with all sorts of themes and titles. To my surprise, out of…
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On grief and grieving*
*quoting Elisabeth Kübler-Ross book of the same title. In the past few months I have walked an intense and profound path into myself, into the deepest darkness of sorrow. My life has gone through a journey I had never thought I would have to live or experience. However, it might probably be the most transforming…
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