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… after all these years 23 years later, and I find myself back where it all began. Four years of my life unfolded in these streets… carefree, untamed, golden. We lived like the world had no edges, laughed like the nights would never end. Here, the air still carries the echo of serenatas, the kind that made your heart pause mid-beat. Here, I loved deeply… people, moments, possibilities… and maybe, just maybe, almost chose forever. But time has a way of carrying us forward, eve

September 2009. I left this house to get married. Not with doubt, but with a heart full of hope and hands open to the life ahead. Nights before, I’d sit on that old balcony, glass of wine in hand, wrapped in silence and soft questions: “Are you ready?” And I was. I loved fully. I chose with faith. It’s no accident that my entrance song was Only Time by Enya. Because only time knows what we can’t yet name. Only time reveals what love alone cannot carry. Now, almost sixteen yea

I am still adrift. In this river I did not choose, but that carries me anyway. I don’t know where it’s taking me. I no longer try to know. There is a part of me that grew tired of asking. I fought against the current too many times. I spent my body. I spent my soul. And what I received was silence, water in my lungs, and an exhaustion i don’t know how to put into words. Every time I tried to resist, I sank. Now I let myself go. Not out of weakness, but out of clarity. Because

Impossible loves carry a unique beauty, almost poetic, that seems to exist between dream and reality. They are like stars: distant, untouchable, yet always shining deep in the chest. These loves teach us what it means to feel intensely, even when logic asks us to retreat, even when life gives us reasons to let go. They remain there, like a silent secret, pulsing in every memory, in every “what if” that never came to be. There is something eternal about impossible loves... not

Tonight, I slipped into my dancing shoes the ones that know me, know every sway, every silent ache and craving. And when the Latin beat hit… I let go. Hips led. Eyes closed. I danced like the music was made for my body alone. No performance. No apology. Just raw, feminine energy spilling out, unapologetic, unfiltered, alive. I needed this… to remember who the hell I am when I stop shrinking and start feeling again. Tonight, in my red leather and unapologetic skin, I didn’t ju

I am not a lion tamer. I was not born to subdue the untamable, nor to reduce the wild nature of those who became fierce in the world. Life, yes, taught me to rise with an invisible whip in my hands… not to wound, but to endure. I used it against the days when I almost lost myself, against the fears that tightened my chest, against the temptation to give up on myself. But that whip… I do not raise it in love. In love, I lay down my weapons. Because loving is not winning, nor l

I feel like I need to write to you now, while I’m still in the middle of this river, tired, soaked, confused. I haven’t reached the other bank yet. I don’t even know if I will. But I’m here. Swimming. Trying. And that alone is already more than I ever thought I’d be capable of. I dared. Against everything that told me to stay still, not to move, not to take risks. I dared to cross. Not because I know what’s on the other side... because I don’t. What drives me is a stubborn, a

This may not be your best picture, but this moment will remain etched in me like a mark, an echo in my heart. I saw you stripped of your armour, naked in your deepest vulnerability... not the body, but the soul exposed, open, sincere. In that surrender, I found a brutal beauty, a rare courage that made me shiver and reminded me that the next three weeks will be hard for me without them, but that I too will manage… You translated what you felt into images. I gave you my music.

Red shoes on, night dress flowing… I don’t wait for the dance, I am the dance. Showing up for me, loving me, no permission needed!

Today, my little girl becomes a teenager. 13. A number that somehow holds more weight than all the others before it... because with it comes strength, growth, beauty and the beginning of becoming who you truly are. My love, we’ve danced through life in a way that no one else can quite understand. Through the hardest storms, we’ve held hands, tightly, sometimes silently but always together. Even when everything around us felt heavy or uncertain, we found a way to laugh, to smi

For a long time, I equated being busy with being successful. The constant motion, the noise, the full schedule… it gave me the illusion that I was in control, that I was doing life “right.” But somewhere along the way, in the still moments I used to avoid, I started to see things differently. It was in the quiet that I began to hear myself. Not the version of me performing or achieving, but the one simply being. The one I had ignored beneath all the noise. I’m still learning

My dear one, my strength, You are still in the middle. You are still in the cave. You are still in the moment when the pain is so brutal, so animal, so deep that time bends. You are still on your knees in the dark room of your own body, screaming with your eyes closed, trying to expel something that is yours, but that can no longer remain inside. This divorce…Is not a separation. It is a birth. Violent. Raw. It is flesh tearing from the inside, a scream trapped in the throat

I wander through this quiet haze, seeking the lost pieces of me a soul adrift, yearning to be whole. I crave the warmth of love’s embrace, the gentle touch that quiets loneliness, yet I know the time is not yet ripe. Now, I must tend to the garden within, let the wounds breathe, the heartache seep, to feel the shadows and the light alike, to meet myself in stillness, to remember who I was before the world’s noise. Anyone who steps close now will find not love, but need’s echo

My eternal one, If someone lives constantly in your mind, it is not chance. It is not memory. It is the echo of something older than time. I do not call you and you do not write to me. There is no voice between us and yet… you are here, within me, as though you have always been. I feel you in the marrow of silence, in the hidden rhythm beneath my heartbeat. It is as if your soul has braided itself with mine across lifetimes, and no distance, no silence, no forgetting could ev

There is a waiting. One that exasperates us or tears us apart. I exist in a mad desire to rip the hands off time and break open the windows of this insane longing for you. Whoever said that longing doesn’t cause physical pain has surely never known the true absence of someone. Waiting is like the heart... silent, entering little by little, on tiptoe, so as not to wake the emptiness that was left behind. As the night embraces the moon, I waited for your embrace. And yes, it is