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 when you used to lay your head on my chest, like a child seeking comfort and shelter. Whenever you did it my arms would receive you…
Solitude and fear often led me to travel. When I searched for answers I traveled, bought a ticket to find me. In other times, when I had no source of income, the trips happened closer but much more far away. I would shut the door of my house, put on…
Mine are all of those who make mistakes, apologize and come back, always. They are the ones who cry, shout and laugh in front of me, those who are not ashamed. Mine are the ones that are worth fighting for, you know? Those who accepted me entirely as I am,…
A trip, dictated the rest of my life. One, the first one, was enough to know that no matter what I do, how or whom I am, I will always travel. I didn’t came back the same way: burned skin, suitcase filled of shells, sandbags and pictures of things that…