If you didn't know about it, now you know. Almost a month ago my whole country had a massive blackout that lasted up to 72 hrs in some places. In my case it was 12 hrs, then 6 hrs of electricity, then

Nobody knows what the firmament is really like.                       The night sky is full of ghosts from lost stars,                               and full of empty spaces where light has not yet arrived.

My creative process is always interesting for me to be honest. It doesn't feel like I'm just writing, or painting, or drawing; it feels like I'm battling myself. It's always an adventure, and I always

Innocence, I realize, is dangerous. Hope is the master of itself, and light will shine no matter what: ​​there is no amount of darkness in the entire universe that could extinguish every last spark. Life's

Charcoal and graphite on paper. I wanted to do something totally different. I wanted it to be an intentional mess, and it came out as an accidental mess. I didn't even took pictures of the process, because

I knew it was already killing me. I could feel it. The moment I saw him, I felt it in my heart. The disease. It took over all of me. It took over my body first. Soon it got to my mind. I saw it coming

So apparently, I've been here on Steem for a whole year! And what a year has it been! Steem has made an incredible impact in my life in the past year, even if I've been absent a lot. I wouldn't be able

At least that's how I feel. January is almost over and I'm still stuck in 2018. We all know in reality, it doesnt matter. The way the human being keeps track of time is kind of meaningless to the universe.

TRIGGER WARNING. My skin aches, needing something I know I shouln't give it. Everything is dark and quiet, even if I can hear screams all over the place. Oh, the madness. I am slipping away from reality

Read in English Subí al auto lamentándolo todo de una vez. Sabía que esta cosa dentro de mí me mataría algún día ... pero no podía controlarlo. Estaba demasiado nerviosa por motivos por los que no debería,

If you read this or this you will realize that I've been battling a lot with my creative process and with the meaning of art inside of my life. But I've also decided I should experiment a bit with what

I was thinking about who my favorite person could be, and I laughed after a few seconds because there is no question whatsoever, my favorite person is my grandma. For a few reasons she raised me, I grew

Read it in English Recibí la mejor y más grande lección de yoga en mi primera clase. Fue acerca del miedo. Era casi el final de la clase y estábamos a punto de hacer paradas de cabeza. Solo mirar la postura

All I knew was darkness, and I was comfortable in it. But now I see a light. I don't know what I am. I don't know where I am. I don't know who I am. But I am. I open my eyes... I have a body: good, I have

This has to be my first serious pencil drawing in more than a couple of years. Normally I just draw messy doodles that involve watercolors, and sometimes I draw zendalas. But as I explained in this post

I received the greatest lesson from Yoga in my first class. It was about fear. It was almost the end of the class and we were about to do headstands. To look at the posture alone is already scary. We received

I do shitpost. As in, I put effort in my posts but most of them end up being shit. But then there are some people who just don't put any effort at all, just throw random words or random pictures and get

Some time ago I wanted to learn to draw. In the process I noticed several things. Among them, that I am more blind than I thought, and I am not able to see reality at its 100 %; that drawing is not my

I got into the car already regretting this whole thing. I knew this thing inside me would get me killed someday… but I wasn’t able to control it. I was too nervous for all the wrong reasons, and my sweaty

I’ve always loved walking around barefoot. Or I used to love it, at least. I loved the sensation of the ground touching my feet; I used to feel a bit more free. I didn’t care if the floor was dirty, I