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It's Valentine's Day. Many celebrate with hugs, kisses, smiles, love... For my part, I can only find catharsis and remain with my bare heart and open chest... my chest that beats like the crystals of birch

I find myself sitting in a place that may well be nonspecific, timeless, a reflection of time that does not pass and does not erase my pain. I take off my glasses to see the colors differently, and the

Valentine's Day, the Day of Love, is getting closer... And love is bursting forth in my heart, overflowing onto the path ahead. I leave these words here while I send you all a hug of light! To talk to

I pluck petals through poetry to try and recapture the color of February. I pluck petals and leave my words here, hoping you enjoy them as I offer each of you a hug of light! A flower hitting reefs I chew

Hello pizza lovers! I find myself waking up to another day at the train station in my city. Time seems to stand still for a moment, and I suddenly have a craving to go to one of the kiosks and buy a pizza

Another February day loving above the clouds, another day in which I share my words with you and give each of you a hug of light! Dragonfly funeral Someone tamed dinosaurs to replace them with dolphins,

The colonial house reveals stories among its columns and lamps that appear unlit. Turning on lights can be the ideal pretext to immerse oneself in transposition, in the communion of columns, faces in wonder

Dinosaurs can show tenderness on their skin, show a path in the calm, the calm of paths on the skin of one who is not a dinosaur. All for the sake of the unequivocal. Always tender glances unaware of the

The month of love continues its journey, deeply touching those blessed by the grace of having their love reciprocated in the art of soaring in communion. There are perhaps some like me, whose love is not

A place as ancient as perhaps the sparkle in my eyes when I saw her in another life. Yes, I must have kissed her in another life, with the same taste of coffee on her lips, on her cheeks, on her womanly

I haven't told you much yet about this play where I took these portraits. I will at some point. Now, I simply hope you enjoy these expressions—the interplay between the actor, his character, the gestural

It's Wednesday, and @tattoodjay invites us to explore new paths as part of his weekly #WednesdayWalk. I've mentioned before that Wednesdays feel strange to me. This, combined with the gray clouds surrounding

A door can be the path, realities, reflections... Door to door and another door. Lines on the horizon, clouds. Darkness or absence of light to reveal new lights, new paths. Light that appears, fullness,

Hello Leofinance friends! It's been a while since I've posted here, and today I'm back with an interesting invitation for anyone who happens to read this. First of all, I should clarify that I'm just a

A shadow knocking at doors. Stained-glass shadow, curved shadow, shadow on wood, tree wood embracing the curved, the shadowy, the light. Shadow and walls truncating lines... Spirals with stories of

Es febrero y enseguida muchos piensan en el amor. Pero no hablaré acá sobre ese amor que evoca a las parejas, sino al amor en otro plano, en otras facetas y expresiones que espero sean multiplicadas como

The month of love has begun, and what better way to start it than with a poem where a barefoot heart beats... Sending you a hug of light, I hope you enjoy it! Voice and tree I should have learned not to

Image for the contest provided by @freewritehouse Horse on the wind Damned poets who die everywhere. I remember your name to play horse on the wind. The horse is my face, silence and pain in the rupture,

A great Swiss theater director and actor whom we recently met, upon hearing of an unusual event that I'll tell you about another time, summed up in one word the unreal and wonderful things we can find

A few days ago we had the opportunity to enjoy something magical at the Museum of Decorative Arts in my city, something I will tell you about in another moment. Now, I share with you this play of reflections