How Is It That I Arrived Here? 

“How is it that I arrived here?” I whispered in the dark. In the dark of my room, when my eyes are wide open but all I see is dark blue spots of light before the pitch black of the night sinks in. I followed all my epiphanies but I ignored the biggest ones too….

The Waltz

What is it about a complete stranger walking into your life that after minutes or a few days feels like they’ve known you your whole life? What is this waltz that we dance with someone for months, going back and forth about what we want, what we give, what we cannot give up or are…

The Tide 

I stood on a slippery rock overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The loud waves were now silence, having blocked anything and anyone around me at that moment. It was then that I wanted to jump into that freezing water. I wanted it to numb me: to numb my aching heart, my over-thinking brain, return the tears…

Passengers

“Y debo decir que confio plenamente en la casualidad de haberte conocido. Que nunca intentare olvidarte, y que si lo hiciera, no lo conseguiria”- Julio Cortazar   For years we have been conditioned to stay with someone, been advised to do the best we can to make things work, keep trying. While that is necessarily…

YOUTH

There comes a day in our lives when we get up and undeniably know we have grown up. We begin to mourn our youth, the times we could be selfish and our worlds were rather small. Our existence depended on whether other people liked us or if we were loved in return. We thought only…

Wandering Wanderer

   Because our feet are made to wander, to walk over rocks and from time to time sink on puddles These feet were made to wander, experience and discover Wander through unknown streets and bodies of water Refusing to sink and daring to run Discovering new people, new alleys and trails that had not previously met…

Waves

I need the sea because it teaches me, I don’t know if I learn music or awareness, if it’s a single wave or its vast existence, or only its harsh voice or its shining suggestion of fish and ships. The fact is that until I fall asleep, in some magnetic way I move in the university of the waves” – Pablo…

Gypsy at Heart

  When I was about eight years old I would religiously dress up as a gypsy from Monday through Friday night to watch a famous soap opera at the time named “Romané”, a story about a gypsy family living in Chile. Yes, I know you are thinking I am nuts, but bear with me. Every…