Day by day I could feel her giving up. I no longer knew what to do for her. Lying in the dark, she examined emptiness, lull herself to sleep, and in the morning stood at the bedroom window. With her arms tangled on the wood, she memorized that landscape, for…
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…