Tarifa

A small place located between Tanger and Gibraltar, you have probably never heard about this place. I don't blame you, no one goes to that place unless they know about it. Party paradise that never sleeps, small and intoxicating streets with Andalusian flavor. People wander the cobbled streets in search of tapas and wine. It would seem that time stood still in this place, if not because people dance electronic music in bars infested with madness. A night beach where you can escape with someone and show them the first lights of Africa, a beach that makes you dream for a moment, and that makes you feel the infinity of the sea between two continents.

Eight kilometers away are the beaches for surfers, that is where the campsite huddles you with the stars, while your chopper neighbor wakes you up in the morning with a good breakfast, as if he were returning the smiles of the day before. A calm place, where nothing happens, where you find yourself alone with the sunlight that paints your face with the occasional mole. Place where people sit next to you to inquire if you are lost.

Such a remote place, obviously it does not have enough transport, less room for someone who has just discovered it for the first time. The truck terminal seems like it was invented for the summer, where there is nothing but a store and a couple of half-clean bathrooms. People come and go, sit and go, get on or off another bus, many glances observe, many people sweat. My water bottle is going to run out.

Nothing like walking between white houses and seeing the sea from the front, nothing like feeling the breeze from another continent colliding with your tanned skin, nothing like carrying a backpack that makes you proud of the tattoo. A week is not enough to surprise you, but that's okay, it's enough.

Tarifa, maybe we will never see each other again, maybe I will never step on your beaches, walk in your streets, go out to party and drink beer, get drunk on you. Don't worry, I will never forget you and if possible I will introduce you to the crowd that doesn't know you yet. I will never forget your advice under the tree or your night light. I will never forget when I arrived, I did not know where I was, but I decided to listen to those four boys I met on the terrace of Algeciras, thank you guys, Tarifa, I will never forget you.

Azores islands

I still remember the rumbling of the sound in my ears when I heard her name. The Azores! Martin said.

Years ago I had seen a documentary on the Discovery Channel about that place. I remember that I was surprised by the landscapes, and I thought it would be a dream to travel to those islands. Inside of me, I wanted so badly to know that place, that in my mind there was not even the possibility of doing that one day.

I was left with the vague idea of ​​trying to go one day, but what I didn't know was that life would surprise me and put me in the way of someone who with a suggestion would make me step in that place.

Last year I met Martín, a boy who enjoyed the freedom that life gave him, seeking to fall in love while traveling through Spain. Curiously, I met him in a bar in Granada, we exchanged words, we joined the party, the days went by, and suddenly ... he appeared in another place. That's right, we met again by the chance of fate in another place, far from where we had met. Now, it was not in a bar, but the reception of a hotel near Africa, Tarifa witnessed our meeting, we drank beer, chatted for an afternoon, and the next day each one took a different destination.

And as incredible as it sounds, it happened again. Now in Porto, coincidence or not, there we were, talking again after not seeing each other for a few weeks. It was then that the word "Azores" came out of his mouth. My head spun, he didn't have to repeat the word so that we were both buying our plane ticket. I remember very well, that flight left very early, so much so that we decided that we would not sleep the night before, so we drank and talked with some people all night so as not to fall asleep, and when we were about to fall, we made it, we left for the airport.

Destroyed we flew, I still remember Martín taking the seasickness bag in an emergency. hehe. We flew for two hours, it was there when the plane window let us see in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean some small houses with tiles next to their boats.

We did our first stopover, Terceira. We decided to explore the island a bit. Small houses, few people, blue sky, extremely clean air, rock fences, grazing cows, and the occasional car on the road. We decided to go to the nearest beach, and when we arrived, there were no more than 10 people. We couldn't believe where we were, we smoked the odd "pucho" as the Argentines say, we drank coffee and walked through the center of town. Everything looked like a story.

When it was time for our flight connection, we decided to return to the airport and hurried up the street, the humidity and heat were beginning to feel. That's when Martín did something he had never done before, ran behind a truck, and got in a hurry. I had stopped her to hitchhike, and I did it right. I still remember my friend trying to speak Portuguese, I just said: “obrigado”.

We flew to our next destination, San Miguel. I would never have imagined so many beautiful things in a place that seems so secluded, parties, terraces, artists, diving, beaches, fields, towns, hot springs, etc. Without a doubt that island captivated me.

We arrived at a hostel that looked like a madhouse, it looked so crazy that we decided to leave that same day even though we had already paid for several nights. And how good we did it since we found the best place in the world to stay, an old house on the outside and modern on the inside, the same owner received us, her calm accent hooked us to the place. Every day we had organic food for breakfast, while the gardener taught us about the culture of the island.

We rented a car, toured the island, visited picturesque villages, virgin lakes, beaches with black sand. And by the way, every day we invited someone to get into our car, not knowing that at the end of the day they would end up being our friend. Everything was perfect. My friend was driving while I sang Calamaro. Then I would drive and he would shoot photos. We were two happy kids lost in the middle of the ocean trying to locate ourselves with the GPS.

So many stories to tell from one place, so many things that will remain for the memory, for my lyrics, for my life.

And so, without thinking, one day I arrived in the Azores.

It's the moment

I think it is always the right time to start over, you may not know yet what or how, but if you think it is now, you just have to decide and do it. It sounds easy, I know, but I also know that you have the talent to fight for what you are looking for and know that the day is today.

Many times we stop for no reason, we say it is money, we think it is feared, we even blame people, but the worst thing is that we do not realize that the main break is us.

If you want to be or do something, what are you waiting for? If not now when? I repeat, or have you already understood? Hope so.

You should know that if you have plans hanging around your head, you are taking time, what if one of those plans is something that we all need. How about that for fear of being wrong you are held back in your life? Have you thought about it? Because I do.

Come on, don't be afraid, it's time to jump rope, breathe underwater, blow with your lungs full of air and make the world scream when you see that everything is happening, just as you dreamed it.

When someone tells you that they do not believe it is possible that you are something, that they do not imagine you doing this or that thing, that they simply label you for their mental and stupid prejudices. Don't show him anything, just do it. And realize that you are the protagonist of your destiny.

Sometimes, I feel that this world so exposed to the judgment of others sometimes pauses. They all comment on the same news, say the same things, speak with the same tone, and it seems that they do not realize that amid so much confusion, they simply do nothing.

So throw away what weighs so much and start now, because it is time, if not today, when ?!

Thank you, just say thank you

Thank you for seeing what my eyes see, thank you for taking the time to write to me, thank you for your time. And I thank you for everything because it is because of good people that I continue to believe in a better world for everyone. This is not just a journey, it is personal growth that I needed. And by the way, I will always think of everyone, because we are all human, I don't believe in differences, the world belongs to everyone. Now, I am here thanks to God who is great, because he, she, that, loves his children very much, and gives each one what they need, but sometimes we do not see it or we do not know how to ask, but if you have faith, everything can be accomplished, if you want a trip you can do it, if you want to be better and grow as you are, you can do it.

I send you a big hug from Warsaw, keep dreaming and never look back, do not care what people say, live and give your heart to the world, that is to be rich, that is what matters. And I send you a magical message so that when you read this you can occupy it: “When you wake up in the morning, look at the sun, observe it, feel it, and thank everything, breathe and look in the mirror and say to yourself: I love you. And then go out into the street and always smile everywhere, you will see how life changes, because your perspective will be different, and people will see you in a different way, which one? With love. And it's not the people, it's God. " And look, I'm not religious, but I believe in our supreme being where we live.

Now that you know this, use it that will give you real power in the universe, because if you are a good being, the universe will be with you. 😃 See you in the next #Periscope #mytravelforeurope

Thank you. #victorbarreral

Any given day

It was barely four in the morning, my eyes couldn't be closed anymore, I got up ready to see the sunrise through the haze, I put on my red plaid cotton jacket and shirt, I took the chains and immediately my dogs they got up with one or another yawn, they knew it was time to leave.

Just outside, I saw the thermometer in the house, it read zero degrees, not like other times when it was minus five, but none of that mattered, my smile kept me from feeling cold. I went out for a walk in the countryside and I got lost in the mountains, I got ready to cross the mist following the path that I already knew. It had not passed eight in the morning and I had already returned home after traveling half the valley, I took a shower and had a quiet breakfast, listening to some local radio station from the old record player that I had.

It was time to go to work, I got into the truck, surely I would find someone interested in knowing more about the place. My suspicions did not last long, it was ten in the morning and I was already returning home with a clueless one. We chatted for an hour, we saw his plan and put it into action, this time his adventure lasted only a month. It was a good job, I earned more than a manager in my current profession, I'm not saying it was easy, sometimes, it was extremely dangerous, I had to deal with the military, immigration, federal, indigenous, rebels and of course, with nature. , the latter was the best, since despite being difficult and complicated, it became my best ally in the most unexpected moments. I remember that time we camped in an unknown place after having dodged the breakdown in the middle of the road, everything seemed dangerous and strange, the best thing was, when we woke up, we saw that we were a few meters from our destination, they were days when everything was perfect. In those days, where work was profit in all respects.

I remember when I returned from that trip, eight at night, it was early, I took a shower and then left the ranch in my truck, the only light I saw was from my headlights. I went up the mountain path and went to visit my neighbors and friends. We prepared a great dinner accompanied by red wine, we played board games illuminated by the light of the fireplace that smelled of freshly burned "ocote". From time to time, we would go out to see the barking dogs, while on our way we stumbled across the light of the stars that beckoned us to turn to see them. It was a bit late, maybe eleven o'clock at night, it was time to go back to the house to rest, maybe take a breath of air and walk a bit watching the night in the garden and then enter the house, hang up the jacket, go to bed and simply say good night

As strange as this day may seem, believe me, it was not, all this was normal in the life of someone who was born not to be normal. And this was an ordinary day.

And why not?

There are key moments in life that make you decide to do what you should have done for a long time, and they are those times that you do not know why the only thing you understand is that your heart orders you and says: do it!

I remember when I pushed the car a block just to show that I would do anything to be on the road. It was night, I put neutral, I slammed the door, I opened the window, I went to the back bumper and I said to myself: Why not ?!

It was the same last exclamation that entered my mind and came over me when I decided to love a place. Magical, mystical, healing, full of life, and with the aroma of coffee. It all made it obvious, I had to plant my heart under a pine tree.

Many of us have done incredible things. Smiling mischievously ten meters under the sea. Give up everything to go on an adventure without a plan and live for real. Travel for twenty years in a country so that nobody tells you about it and you keep your promise. Sharing a month with a stranger, being the best of friends, and saying goodbye without knowing where you are going. Walk-in a revolutionary neighborhood at midnight and look at whoever it is without lowering your face. Go visit your hometown, drop everything, and take off your Hawaiian just to live a dream. To travel seventy-four kilometers every day just to enjoy the old ones. To think every morning that you are the one who decides the story and say to yourself: Why not ?! And start over.

There are times when those moments are like little playful elves that are kept in your drawer, and you accumulate one by one until one day you realize that there are many and you decide to give them away to leave everything again. Maybe that's where the story begins, maybe that's where I hallucinated with a dream, maybe that's where I decided to go to the end of the world for my ideals, my dreams, my sighs, my congratulations.

In life, it is about building and not falling into the stupid, vain, empty. I can't imagine living like this, I respect whoever decides that path, but I know it's not mine. How much is your freedom, your dignity, your health, your peace of mind, how much more? Vast of fun, of whims, of being the fool who believed the story. It is always a good time to control your life and define your destiny. Remember: nothing of the material is yours nor will it be yours, the immaterial either, so as this is so, then; why don't you turn one foot, but the other behind and move forward in the direction dictated by the compass of your heart.

Sometimes the old title has to change since you have realized that this new page fits better; and it is that life is the same since you can handle it to taste, only that in it you must be cautious since it will never return to give you a chance. Time is not free, life is not free, happiness is not free. So if you're going to do something, do it now, don't wait to get old, don't wait to shrink in time, don't wait to get sick, don't wait. Was it clear to you ?! Don't wait.

The day you walk holding hands through the park they promised and eat ice cream, is the day you will affirm your verses; it won't be long, it's time to let out everything that you carry inside; travel, laugh, buy, build, relax, start, erase, walk, accept, breathe; pay, cry, face, enjoy, fly, swim, fish, give away, draw, paint, jog, face, listen, cook, kiss, love. dream, change.

Now do it! You know it, you can and it is yet to come. Take a good look around you, no one is going to come to life for you, it is the day, it is the place, it is the road, it is her, it is the destination. The dream is yet to come. Now go for it and ask yourself: Why not? And do it!

Our life

I met you in a nostalgic December, one of those that fill the soul with memories, I don't know what it was that brought me to your side, I don't know what it was that captured my attention, I simply spoke to you like anyone else, I never imagined what would happen later. And I accept it, fate made an appointment for us in a very picturesque place.

I remember your birthday, I felt special when I congratulated you that December, it seems that it was the day the story started. Impossible to stop what is written, impossible. It seems that we have known each other since we were born, we are so similar; we dream, we live, and we wish so many things the same, but with that different touch that only you and I know.

Soon we will be together at the Europa cafe, soon we will walk hand in hand through the park, maybe we will go to see the mermaid you have told me about, we will have a great time Hyggen, we will see a movie, we will sleep together, we will play soccer until we get tired and hugging on the grass, we will hear the yellow sound that we love so much, our favorite yellow.

I must confess that I am afraid of our adventure, I think it is complicated, but I know that together we will achieve it, by your side I do not care about anything, I want to drink hot cocoa on your sofa, I long to see the snow by your side, our love it will melt the cold from our bodies and we will only emanate hot steam from our being, we will smile and there we will be, side by side. Touching us, living us, loving us.

I appreciate that you understand my life, I know that it is not easy to wait for the absence, that's why I like you to see my eyes with everything I send you, I like to make you smile and even one or the other SMAK! Either at night or in the morning, I think it is always a good time to hear the sound of our four letters.

One day we will live the adventure of traveling through my country, another day we will travel the world, we will get fed up with traveling and return to our house, we will make love and we will have a family that will love the Caribbean sun and summer apples and strawberries at home. If today I could repeat the letters I would write the same to captivate your attention. Today, with this one more page is written, a feeling, a life. Our life.

Who lived them?

Every day we have the choice to change course, it is enough that we want it and our life would be different; And yet we continue to cling to routine, to what is comfortable, to what is "safe and stable." I don't judge anyone, not even myself, but sometimes many of us get lost on that difficult and calm road, long and safe, poor and pleasant. And I think:

Why not try to change one day, dress in something new, walk where you never do, think in another perspective, smell something new, feel nostalgic for the past and long for the same different future. Why not cry when you smile, why not stand in the front of a church line, why not stop listening to the hyenas and put their bravado aside. Why not?

I remember the smell of wet grass in the morning, the scent of earth, the mist that blinded my eyes and illuminated my soul, it was perfect. The night I hid in the winter, while the stars betrayed me to the dogs. Everything is different, everything can change in a single day, an instant, a second, a sigh, a love.

And many days I ask myself, how can it be possible that you remain the same, that you do not change, that you do not realize it and that you cannot understand, what happened? Are you really who you want to be, or are you the work of someone else's dream who manipulated your dreams to dictate what you should believe?

When you read it, you may not understand it, or perhaps you should continue reading and reverse the letters, perhaps you should learn to read without glasses, perhaps you should learn to eat your reason, perhaps you have to start savoring a rich shake of the simple expression.

Today, the small choice may be to change the side of the shoes, it may be annoying, but it would be more uncomfortable to stay the same for the rest of your life. Choose, or you change with pain, or you stay the same but with the suffering of never having done it.

I hope that you take the path you want and that you are honest with yourself, and that one day when you ask yourself, you never think: “And now, where did everything go? Where are my dreams? Who lived them for me? "

You are on time, remember; it can be any day.

Mon étoile, my love

Since I was eight years old I looked at the sky, apparently, something in me was already looking for you. It's less than a year since I met you, and today, it seems that you hold the title of my new writing.

I'm glad I found you without looking for you, maybe it was the anniversary of your birth that created the magic, it captured us regardless of whether we were in different worlds. It was coincidence or destiny, it does not matter, what matters is that today you light my way, light my smile, and dazzle my heart by wanting to be with you.

I feel how everything flashes, I see the light of the pen writing the sheet that has left white, which has given life to a great story. We can come to think that ours is crazy, that we dream too much, that it is not true, but no matter how much it scares us, no matter how much we believe it is impossible; life, life will give us the joy of seeing the radiant world through our destiny.

I want to be at this moment lying together with you, in a field watching the stars, I would tell you which one you are, obviously, you would know that I am not lying, you would see your reflection in my eyes and you could realize what I see in you.

I want to be with you in our cafe. I know that each day that passes, destiny is closer, the nights and days are witnesses of what I feel for you. You are so special that I would bring you without thinking about it to my world, you would be my lighthouse, my north, and with you, I would never lose myself. Never again would something fail again, I would wait sitting at night knowing that with you I am sure, that nothing can happen, that my heart would be accompanied.

Today, you have made me dream again, things are making sense, now what matters is you, I don't know what happened, I don't know if the different captivated us, I don't know if we are innocent or we are dreamers.

The clouds pass by and are the spokespersons for our messages, the sun is witness to this story, the moon is now a tattoo on my soul. The stars are just your environment.

Today, I observe the dark vault speckled with light, asking as always the same wish.

And without fear of not being fulfilled, I cry out to the universe.

Be together.

Where are you going?

You walk with the desire to advance, you run so as not to lose the race. Sometimes you get excited and you think you are going to arrive, other times you get exhausted and you fall exhausted before the fatigue on your bed.

You wake up and you keep thinking that you are going in the right direction, you doubt, you go back, you move forward, you slide, everything moves fast and you sometimes need to stop, there is no time; you're already on the run

You move in the right direction, others not so much, but you move, which is what matters. You have chosen to continue, you cannot stay still, no one chains you, even if many try.

Living with a defined course is simple, drawing, and building it in an instant is savored more. And to all this, have you ever wondered, where are you going?

Sometimes you will need wings, sometimes a pair of tennis shoes will do, sometimes just a well-fitting bike. No matter the vehicle, what matters is going, throwing yourself, rolling, flying, and feeling the wind. What is valuable is the experience of the road, not arriving.

Once I wanted to go far, I arrived, I got lost, I found myself, I came back. Now I follow my volatile and modest path, as accurate as ever.

Where do you say I should go? I will never listen to you, I just follow my instincts. What good would it be to go if it is not my way, what good would it be to go in search of yours?

Sometimes the paths are confusing, they don't seem to have a starting or ending point, there are thorns, you can cut yourself, other times you can fill yourself with the smell of flowers and gingerbread stars.

Go where they call you, go where you feel good, go the way that gives you signs of imperfection, maybe that's the right one.

If where you go nobody goes, what does it matter, do you need followers? Go!

Mahahual

A month ago I left part of my heart in this beautiful, magical, joyful, mysterious, unique place. Today has not been long and I miss him already, but I feel good with the comfort of knowing that a part of me is there. I'm certainly lucky to have known that place for years, first with my ex, then with my father and now with my heart.

I like that there are not many people, that's my style. I know that one day that will end, but while that happens I think I should enjoy it and come back soon. More than once I thought when I met him that there would be a good place to take root, maybe one day.

Today when I see his photos in my mind I still feel the pleasure of the air in my arms, the breeze on my face, and the occasional mosquito itch. It's been more than a month since I left him and I'm still tanned, burned by the harsh sun, wearing that color with pride. It is one more tattoo that life gives me without lacerations.

How to forget you if you are inside my heart. You nailed yourself like a hedgehog thorn and it is difficult to get out of a heart that knows how to love. Hearing only your name excites me and makes me smile like your beach, without a doubt you are my place.

I'd tell you the tourist details, but those don't matter. What matters is what there is, the people, the night, the stories, the friends, the pizzeria, the beach club, the bar, and of course, the sea.

I'm glad to know that I'll be back in a little over two months, I can still smell the excitement of that first time when I was in my jeep and saw your sign on the road, I still remember it. I left my house in the mountains, I said goodbye to my dogs and their caretaker, “Don Paco”, I came across hours of curves and difficult roads, then a long straight and a few ups and downs accompanied by a little wind, and then there I turned left, right where the first sign was. I don't remember the music, but I imagine it was "Gondwana", I just looked outside and enjoyed the moment, savoring to the bottom, how it should be lived.

Twice I tried to go to Chinchorro, and more than twice I couldn't, if it wasn't for the weather, it was because of the people, and once because they left me standing there, maybe I didn't have to go, I leave it to fate and without rushing, I will allow it take me when it's time to be there, so close to my little place.

There are special places, there are places with energy, but only one with that magic. I felt you in my veins and could recognize you immediately. Your life exudes joy, passion, strength, and courage. By your side my ex Zipolite is nothing.

Meet people, tan, drink beer, sleep on the beach, ride a bike, snorkel, think, contemplate, be with you, finish and repeat the same the next day. You may think it is boring, but no, every day a new story, new friends, new ways of drinking beer, new beaches, new places, different fish, new thoughts and new encounters with yourself.

Without hesitation, I know that I must write more about you and that everything I have said is nothing to describe you. I have a debt to you and you know it, I think I will pay it with a hundred sheets and a stand full of you.

With you, I almost fulfill my promise, but there is still a country to go, I think I need one or another trip in the opposite direction to be able to settle the account. You have helped me to continue the promise by keeping me in these directions after I fulfill it I may go away, but I leave confident because I know that you will make me return. Mahahual.

You are my dream

When I woke up that day I did not know what to expect, I thought it was a weekend like everyone else, however, that was when something caught my attention, it was you.

I don't know why I spoke to you, I think you followed me, I don't know, but something about you caught my attention, maybe it was what you transmitted to me with your personality, with your style. At that moment I spoke to you, you answered me and it just happened. Now we were two strangers trying to understand what happened.

Several months have passed, now we know a little more about each other, we have talked about our past, history, dreams, hopes, and our future. We do not look for meaningless things, we are not interested in deceiving ourselves, we prefer to be honest with ourselves, the only thing we seek is to be exact for each other.

Today that I spoke with you I have been as excited as the first time, our decisions are changing the direction of our life, I like to think that we can complement space, time, that the speed and the beating of our heart can break the distance and bring closer our lives every day.

Today I thought, after removing old memories, that the life you want is the one you build and live, the yearnings are to be made, we must not postpone and wait, because they may never come. So today I have decided like you to write our story. You with decisions and I with letters, creating a great poem from our coincidence.

The story is just beginning, while you sleep, dream, sigh, breathe, move your eyes, and ruffle in bed, I simply; I write. All with the purpose that when you wake up you see this that has been specially written with you in mind.

I daydream about you, you dream asleep with me, we both dream and this is just beginning. We are closer than we think, it is only a matter of time. Life orders everything and our coincidence will not be the exception, it is our destiny, it was written, we wrote it.

Today, when you see the snow, I will be asleep, you will remember that I have never seen it and you will smile thinking of me, the feeling will be so great that at that moment I will begin to dream of you, our connection this morning will be so great that the world will begin to build the right path to intertwine our lives.

Do you remember the dream at eighteen?

Being a small adult has its advantages, you believe that everything is easy, that life gives it to you because you deserve it, you believe it because someone told you.

Being great without being great makes you impetuous, irreverent, dreamy; Being that little adult is that step that everyone is going to take to feel their reality.

At what point did they put fear in our heads? Who has the right? Why do they do it? Does being an adult make you special?

I remember that dream sitting on the sidewalk, my best friend was planning without understanding the future, now, after several nights hanging around my head, I have written it.

This is a single trip, there is no return ticket, there is no dream if you don't remember it, there is no memory if you don't live it, and you don't live it if you don't enjoy it.

Being a small adult is walking without fear, it is flying without wings, it is running without a timer, it is feeling without meaning, it is crying without stopping, it is thinking without memory, it is living without prejudice.

Do you remember your dream or am I writing it to you? You were eighteen, remember that.

31,536,000 good times

We have decided to name a certain time as if it were not enough for us to know what it is, some call this year; I call him: good times.

Good times are an accumulation of seconds stacked in our life; which makes the memory eloquent and dedicated to remembering the good of the moment.

There are always millions of seconds that go away, and with them, some wishes, sighs, sunsets and the occasional false friendship retire. But it is not a reason to be sad, his twin brothers arrive ready to take away our sleep, give us new friends, trips, thoughts, and wishes.

I don't know about you, but for me, the good times are those moments that remain, that feed on your dreams and are sown with your life; They are those who wait for the exact moment to become part of you.

Let the good times guide our lives; that they fill the armor and dress us up with an eternal smile; That they burn our fears and lead us to more good times.

Someone taught me

One day someone taught me not to stop believing, not to stop dreaming; taught me that life is infinite despite not using a rope.

One day someone taught me that time exists, that speed and distance are a circumstance, not an end.

One day someone lent me his glasses and taught me to read; another day he showed me his golden pen and showed me my first verse.

One day my grandfather spoke to me and taught me wisdom. One day my parents called me and taught me my name.

One day someone showed me the mist and I understood the sigh. One day someone taught me to cry and I understood the bottom of the sea.

One day an angel gave me his wings, showed me his smile, and taught me faith. One day my faith gave me hope and taught me, love.

One day I read this and learned part of my destiny. One day someone taught me.

Make up your mind to be eternal

Deciding to walk in this life is complicated, few are risky to transcend, few want to continue living beyond this life, many people believe that this is it, maybe they are right, maybe everything ends here, but they could also be wrong.

We live in a time that does not go back, at least not in our reality, I would like to freeze your time and keep you on this journey forever, I know it can be done although I do not know if I will be present.

Make up your mind to walk, lose yourself, do different, new, unique things, don't let laziness, prejudice, mediocrity, harsh reality stop you; make your present your best moment, make your moment your alternate future.

You have the key, it is in, it is time to open the door and go for a walk in whatever way you like, without excuses. Let's walk and avoid the illusory potholes of the mind, let's fly without falling, let's run without rest, let's dream without memories, let's live without death.

Freedom

A little great word that contains what cannot be silenced, that screams with a tattooed heart, that cries when it is not heard, that implores to be respected. One day its seven letters will likely dazzle you, that you will understand its letters in a mirror, it is still time to use it, it is time to invoke it.

Freedom, the favorite word of many by the soul, hated by oppressors, suppressed by cowards, blessed by its nature. If you know the safe way you understand it, you use it, you protect yourself, you dress up and you bow to it.

More than a great word, more than a small detail, its intrinsic intonation makes the bells rumble and any army falls at its feet. Eight, there are only eight those in charge of promulgating aloud in all its splendor, eight those considered by the universe to adorn its beautiful yearning.

Free, fleeting, insightful, smiling, calm, fair, inspiring. Freedom. Treasure discovered by dreamers, by those who do not sleep, by the sleepless, by globetrotters, by poets, by madmen.

Big little word. Freedom.

One day we will be history

Today we are alive, today we are concerned with the trivialities of life, today we try so hard to be recognized, today we lose ourselves in a world that judges us every day.

I hope you wake up, and if necessary I hope that lightning will split your head so that you open your mind and stop seeing what millions want. It is time for you to stop looking around and start looking inside yourself, nobody is a judge, nobody can be, even if they have a minimum power that humans have given them, nobody, absolutely nobody is a true judge.

All this will one day cease to exist, it will cease to be what it is, it will transform and give way to creating something new, I don't know if it will be better or worse, I only know that it will be different. Let's accept it, we know it but we refuse to die, hence we want to tattoo the world with so much of what is ours to cling to this story, to our story.

There are short and long stories, which one do you want to have? How do you want to do it? Is it yours? Take care to make the best, to tell it the way you want, to write it with passion, to invent it every day, and add new things to its pages. If necessary, tear up a page or two and write again, soon when you least realize it, you will have created a long story.

What better story than the one that is told by your mouth, read with your eyes, and touched with your hands. What better story than your own to beautify your life, to dream of elves, to live with fairies.

Don't forget your lines, don't forget your role, be honest with your character, be history.

You want to know about others so much that you forgot about yourself

In a world where everyone wants to know more than others pretend. Some seek only to look out the windows without touching the door, others live with their eyes closed and their mouths open. Why look around if you don't know how, why to talk if you were never taught.

In a world that witnesses everything and nothing at the same time, where the majority are seen as the best, when details are not appreciated, where apparently open windows are closed, why feel what you see if it really does not exist.

In a world full of worlds, in a window full of reflections, in a padlocked door. Why do you want to know about others if you forget about yourself? Why dream of snooping around other lives if you get lost at sea.

Please never forget.

You are what you are

Simple, you cannot be anything else in this universe than yourself; well, with virtues, details, flaws, and a bit of shit on the head. But it is comforting to know what you are.

Do not seek to be another, do not try to pretend, do not be disturbed if you remain the same, anyway it is in our nature, you, I, we, we all change and we are.

Value your intelligence, your attachments, your conscience, your greatness, value everything about you. Remember that you are perfectly you, what's more, if you were someone else you would be you and you wouldn't even realize it.

Do you know what I'm talking about?

I don't know anyone other than, although I know many who refuse to be, I would like them to understand each other, but it is a pity, they still do not understand. I know that the red star marked your life, a picket marked your ear, a song tattooed time, while you are still coveted, fleeting, innocent, humble, tenacious.

Did you realize?

You are what you are.

If you only knew

If you only knew how to enter my mind, my world, see what I have lived, feel what I cannot express. If only you knew how to study me. If only you could read by my side. If you only knew.

Today you hear me, you feel me, you judge me, you fear me, you amuse me, today you live me.

If you only knew what I'm looking for, maybe you'd give it to me. If you only knew what this is all about, maybe you would explain it to me. If you only knew.

Yesterday you taught me, you blamed me, you missed me, you mentioned to me, yesterday you forgot me.

If you only knew how I miss you. If you only knew what I live. If you only knew who you are. If you only knew.

Tomorrow you would look for me, you would explain to me, you would understand me, tomorrow you would live me.

If you only knew that a smile was enough. If only you knew that one night is enough. If only you knew what is missing from the canvas. If you only knew.

The day I die

The day I die I don't want you to cry to me, I don't want you to miss me, I don't want you to blame yourself. The day I die I don't want to be here, I don't want to go back, we will have already decided.

The day I die I don't want to be happy, I don't want to be sad, I don't want to be rude, I don't want to be a lover. The day I die I want to leave that here, the day I die I don't even want to remember myself.

The day I die I want to be a dog, I want to be a bird, I want to be a star, I want to be a hope, I want to be a burst of light. The day I die I want to be that which I do not yet know, I want to be what I hope, I want to be what it is not.

The day I die I want to stop writing on paper, I want to stop writing in thought, I want to leave the summary for another life. The day I die I want to paint the universe, I want to conquer your center, I want to explore its atom.

The day I die I don't want to see you sad, I don't want you to cry to me, I don't want you to miss me. The day I die I want you to sing to me just once, to bury me forever in your memories, in your life, and especially in your smile.

It's never too late to live, it's never early to die, it's never what you decide, it's never what they decide.

The day I die I want to stop walking, I want to run without tripping. The day I die I want to fly.

The day I die I'll go live your heart.

While I wait

The night has come.

And I wanted to talk to you,

I was intoxicated by waiting,

my stupidity made me sick,

I forgot the destination.

I will find the everyday,

I will find your window,

your bench,

I will sit and drink in your landscape.

I wait between the lines,

I wait with light,

I hope in my being.

Do you remember the first day?

Did you think I would wait for you?

Did you know?

I'm not looking for your approval,

I'm not looking for your moment,

I do not want you to think about it,

I'm not looking for you to wait for me.

I will fly and enter through a crack,

I will shrink and see your smile.

I will feel your prejudices,

I will want your virtues,

I will love your being,

I will wait.

History

There is no sadder story than the one that never saw a pen and paper. Today I thought of you, I went to look for you when you were sleeping, I didn't want to make too much noise, I saw that you were tired, I didn't want to wake you up. I saw you so beautiful that I never understood why you are alone, why no one had found you, why you resist. Today I am lucky because I found you. Tomorrow when you wake up and read this I will make the sunrise next to you, you will look at it and you will realize that it has seen your hair disheveled, you may not understand it, but I will be there.

If you saw how you make my dream if you knew me if you knew what is written in the next chapter, if you only decided to spread your wings and fly with me, you would know what I mean. It's time to create dialogue, it's time to cultivate viewers, it's time to go on stage, it's time to fill out the sheets, it's time to make history. Living history, a history that calls, a history that emanates, a history that lives, a history that flies, a history that dreams, history.

What are you waiting for, I'm waiting for you, it's time to write, and continue…

The pen runs

Today I run on paper inspired by a calm day, by a peaceful heart, today I run because I have black blood and a unique smell, today I run because I have ink and I am thirsty, today I run because I write.

It is a good day to run, to sweat, it is a day to get tired and travel the world. I don't know how many lines, or how many times they censor me, today is the day that matters, the time that matters, so today is a good day to run.

Today I understand crazy people and old people because I realize that each one clings to their own beliefs, to their reality, to life.

Today I change my direction, erase past things, and rewrite in order to show my talent, my lust, my life. However, I am still the same pen, the one from before, but at another time, now.

Nothing hesitates when filling the sheet, everything fits perfectly, all the letters fit into the riddle of tonight, of this life. Today I run because I don't want to rest, I don't want to stop, I know that nothing will stop me, not even you, a reader who contemplates my life.

Have you ever wondered why the pen runs? You've done it? I hope so, then you will have discovered my secret and you will know why I am in such a hurry.

The written photo

I see six angels in front of me, please God, let them continue to touch me. Today I am, today I see them, today I remember them, now I feel them. We all write the same story, we all travel the same path, we all cry in the same universe. Now we exist, today we have each other, today we test ourselves, today I exist, today I want to return.

Memory…

…I remember the earthy smell, the musty smell, I remember the moth-eaten wooden floor with sighs, I remember the cold through the sun. Today, that is past, today I live far from that, today it is only a memory.

He used to write about me, he used to laugh at me, until I got bored with myself and preferred to live in you.

My bicycle

My bicycle takes me to the butterfly garden, where the tree thinks, where my life is, where I can eat. Only there, where the butterflies are, is where I belong. Where I feed on all of them and live for myself.

The bicycle is the object that transports me from a part to a star, from a marshmallow to a shoe, from your heart to hers. It only has three wheels, two for its feet, and one for its head, which helps me steer my grass-colored porcelain-lined seat.

I feel happy, my bicycle travels all over the world.

If I had insomnia, I would exchange the sheep for letters and write until I fell asleep on top of the wool.

Life is life

Life changes every second. Today you are naked and tomorrow you could be flying through the Arctic. No one can predict the future. Not even you. Nobody owns their own life. No one can make it of God. Life is so great that we cannot understand it. Life is simply what existed in your future and will exist in your past. Life is life.

Alone with millions

When you feel alone, look at the stars, you will see that there are millions like you.

Common People

Why do ordinary people want to stop being without first looking through their glasses.

Without you everything lies adrift

Just one minute is enough for God to call you. Just one day is enough to leave me. Only one mistake can keep you away.

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