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I was 16. He was 19. He wanted the skies, I wanted stories. Somewhere between the edges of the map, we would meet… laughing, daring, teasing each other as if the world itself was ours to flirt with. He was wild, uncontainable, brilliant… sun tanned skin and those eyes that seemed to know every secret before I did. And that red leather jacket… his signature, his courage stitched into every thread. I used to watch it from afar, imagining the fire it carried. Now I wear it. More

One of the first and most important lessons you learn as a rider is to keep your eyes up and not look at the ground. Why? Because you end up going where you look. If you’re always looking at the ground, that’s where you’ll end up! Keep your gaze on where you want to go, look toward your future, toward where you want to be. If you’re about to jump an obstacle, don’t look at it. Look at the horizon, at where you want to be after the jump and trust your horse to take you there.

I learned how to swim. Without logs. Without support. Alone. Free. I flow. I flow with the current that is mine alone. The nights on the balcony…cool, silent, wine in hand, the laughter of my children inside me, my warmth, my sun. Even alone…I am whole. Complete. A stillness that wraps around me, deep, gentle, infinite. Nothing binds me. Nothing diminishes me. Nothing. I am learning to like myself. I am learning to love myself. I am learning to be my own favorite company. I a

They were painful months without you. Months in which I walked alone through my shadows, in which I lost myself in hurts and silences, in which I didn’t know how to breathe whole again. It hurt not to have you, but it hurt even more not to have myself. And it was in that absence — yours and mine — that I began to find my way back. Pain pushed me inward and there I discovered a place I had never inhabited: the center of myself. Today I know that this is where everything begins

More than 30 years of friendship… and what a journey it has been. We’ve grown up together, crossed borders and oceans, built new homes in new countries, celebrated marriages, welcomed children and supported each other through heartbreaks and divorces. We’ve fought, made up, laughed until our stomachs hurt and cried on each other’s shoulders when life felt heavy. We are not the same people we were 30 years ago… we’ve changed, we’ve evolved, we’ve taken different paths. And yet

I’m back. Not as I left, but as I needed to return. I brought with me a heart full of knots to untie, the grief for the father who no longer waits for me at the door, the end of a love that ran out of breath, the weight of cycles that hurt me but that I was afraid to close. Landing here felt like diving into a living past: embracing friends who know my soul, stepping on sidewalks where I once was happy, recognizing scents and sounds that remind me of who I was. I cried. I smi

… 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!