You have to survive — 2022/06/04

I always walk in a loop, returning again and again to the same dreams, treading the same gravel with my bare feet. The rest of my body is no more clothed, for I am naked in front of the uncertain, cold among the cold.


The richness of the moment — 2012/12/13

I keep singing, went out last night, happy with my class. I don't know if I'm really making progress, but this learning is in the air of my time, fitting very well in this season of my life.


Vertigo — 2012/10/28

I've been writing these promenades for a little over a year. It is, therefore, a form of an anniversary. Time is an unfathomable vertigo that colors my eyes.