Just like my Sun, I get bored. When I was a child, my father used to say the Moon was a symbol that guided witches; he went mad when he saw a waning moon necklace hanging from my neck. I wanted to be part of their coven. Alone like my Sun, I get bored. Empty every day, I’ve ended up trapped. Is this how I am? Sólo como mi Sol, me aburro. Cuando era niña, mi padre solía decir que la Luna era » Continue Reading
Nothing lasts anymore, nothing is meant to stay. In a world that changes so quickly, we’ve grown used to constantly adapting just to avoid disappearing. We’ve become liquid—like a stream of tears that never ends. Without family, without friends, without bonds, without a place to call home. Just moving wherever we can, guided by our ego. Zygmunt Bauman believes that with us, all the generations of ... » Continue Reading
Muchos escribimos demasiado, pero ¿cuántos nos detenemos a leer lo que dicen los demás? Muchas publicaciones no reciben respuesta. ¿Será que las leemos, pero somos demasiado tímidos, incluso en redes sociales, para acercarnos y hablar con otros? /* font */ /* @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Courier+Prime&display=swap'); */ :root{ --gray: #0 » Continue Reading