"The carnival of the world is such a trickster, that life is but a short masquerade; here we learn to laugh with tears and also to cry with laughter." Juan de Dios Peza Sometimes, the sadder you are, the more make up you put on. As if it could mask the pain within. As if the brightest… Sigue leyendo Smile, the trickster
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We the broken ones
We the broken ones. We the damaged by our distant past and early memories. We shall rise too, but stronger. We the ones who carry all those scars they cannot see, reminders that we are vulnerable and still dare to expose ourselves. We the ones with secrets we wouldn’t dare to speak out… Sigue leyendo We the broken ones
Everywhere, nowhere
So I finally did it. I got my DNA tested to see where it comes from. The origin of what I thought was my species Homo sapiens, stems in Africa, that was millenniums ago and since them sub-species or "races" as they are commonly known, spread across the globe and dominated the planet in what… Sigue leyendo Everywhere, nowhere
Curvy & Proud
"Love the skin you are in" @theashleygraham I am not (nor will I ever be) size ZERO, not even in my ‘teens while I was struggling to love myself and feel not-so-ugly. I am not ashamed of that period of my life, because for me, is an example that you can always grow that personal… Sigue leyendo Curvy & Proud
Between dreams and desires
It was a warm and quiet night, we were in a room and suddenly a piano appeared. You smiled at me and moved to the piano: - I owe you a song. Remember? - I do. I said, smiling back and trying not to look nervous. You started playing and singing one of your songs,… Sigue leyendo Between dreams and desires
Contando lunares
The city was still sleeping and all she could think about was his moles. He had so many and she hadn't had the chance to count them all. She didn't needed to close her eyes to recreate in her mind the recent past weekend by his side, it had been amazing. "I'll miss you" she… Sigue leyendo Contando lunares
It happened on a rainy afternoon
She fell for a guy she knew it could never be hers. It was just like Horacio said on Rayuela As if you could pick love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. The pain of knowing he was… Sigue leyendo It happened on a rainy afternoon
