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  • preocupaciones

    Nos preocupamos por mucho y muchos.
    Nos preocupamos por demasiadas cosas.
    Nos preocupamos por lo que no importa, mientras lo que es importante de verdad pierde su importancia. No sabemos distinguir, estamos perdidos. La real importancia se apaga, está abandonada, mientras los ojos y las yemas de los dedos temblan por futilidad.
    Preferimos distraernos hasta olvidarnos de lo que merece nuestra atención y fuerzas. Llegamos al último menudo. Llegamos tarde, corriendo, cada vez con más ansiedad. A veces demasiado tarde.

    Somos escépticos sobre la meditación y el yoga, aunque no encontramos mejor ayuda. Las píldoras y polvos duran poco y cuestan mucho.
    Salir de relaciones toxicas parece tan difícil, que preferimos hacernos daño, olvidando lo que realmente merecemos.

    (pausa respiro profundo)

    ¿Quién detiene el control sobre nuestras preocupaciones?

  • connection

    connection

    While everyone was obsessed with asking for the password for the Wi-Fi, he wanted to access his own internal Wi-Fi.

    He started noticing a strange feeling of detachment and loss. He didn’t lose something or someone. It was the loss of his own self, his internal Wi-Fi connection was compromised, weak and sporadically present. He started questioning himself and felt a sense of void when he had to choose which way to go. He felt that the pillars holding his beliefs were cracking. Then simple tasks became more and more difficult to handle, so his self-confidence was being abandoned in dark spaces. He was getting afraid and selfish, to the point where his Wi-Fi name was not even appearing on the list. He tried to change locations: different cities, different heights, several different moons. No results. That’s when the panic started conquering his body.

    There were moments in his life when the connection felt high and strong: that’s when he was around his favourite people. The so-called soul mates which in this case were like routers, because the connection was so strong when he was around them and Wi-Fi issues were gone.

    “If you want the best connection, you better start looking for your password!”, “Look inside yourself”, or “Don’t wander around, because no one else apart from you knows the password” was some of the wise advice he received. But internal passwords were challenging to decode, long and tricky.
    The young man was afraid of not finding the connection but somehow he knew there was a way out.

    A reset was not an option. Too risky and without guarantees. No one could help him because no one knew his password. He read stories about people who found their passwords, enjoying a delightful flow, a supersonic connection.
    Other stories were about people who forgot their passwords and never bothered finding them again. They were not even willing to reconnect with themselves because of the huge effort it required.

    “I’m ready, I want to start this journey!” He said one day to his network psychologist. Then the first slide appeared on the screen titled: “Password revelation – a lifetime journey“.

    There will be numbers, weird letters and sometimes special characters. It will be difficult but worth it.

  • libertà

    La boa ti tiene a galla anche quando sei pesante e sei spinto giù dal peso della vita, tu continui a galleggiare.
    La boa è una palla vuota, piena d’aria, morta e un pò anonima. La boa non cambia con le stagioni, è un stabile elemento artificiale a cui piace ballare al ritmo delle onde. La boa ti tiene ancorato ad un punto specifico dell’immensità del mare e dell’universo, però a differenza dell’ancora, la boa è sempre esposta alla luce e all’aria e guarda sempre il cielo. È una protagonista della superficie del mare che veste colori sgargianti, a cui piace ricevere attenzioni.
    Quando navighi nella larga vastità della vita e del mare, la boa è quella presenza che non ti farà mai sentire perso. La boa previene che le onde e le correnti ti trascinino via, che le mode, le tendenze, la massa dell’acqua e l’uniformità del blu ti trasportino lontano. La boa è un limite, che qualcuno ha creato e imposto. Sta a te come gestirlo, accettarlo, oltrepassarlo.
    La boa è una madre, una sorella, una nonna. La boa è un’amica del cuore, una compagna di vita, un’amante passionale.
    La boa rimane, mentre tu puoi scegliere di navigare, di ritornare, di restare e poi perderti di nuovo nell’infinità del mare.

  • is it

    Is it the sunrise outside the train window
    or my young lived soul?

    Is it the slow and comforting tune
    playing through my headphones
    or my need to spend some tears
    over a gridded notebook?

    Is it the silent grief
    that hits me without notice
    or the beauty of the present moment?

    Is it the cabin’s smell
    or the memory of our last trip
    that feels so vivid still?

    Is it the echo of my heavy thoughts
    that knocks the bottom of my mind
    or all the unsaid words
    that restrain me
    from leaving history behind?

    Yes, it really is.

  • offer

    offer

    Layer after layer, I do remove
    the “should”s, the “must”s, the “have to do”s
    my plans, some people, dreads and wounds

    Then I reach a point where I feel cool
    I put those layers back again
    and choose healthier rules
    less overwhelming life and pain
    I want to gain

    Like a cake, I have to rest
    order and recipe, balance and steps
    with few applicable variations
    to grow well, avoiding big complications
    enjoyed at celebrations

    Have patience

    removing layers
    adding layers
    tasting my life-cake
    offering sweet escape

  • her story

    This is a story about freedom, about someone that leaves something good for something better. About someone that will miss people in her life but knows that there are other amazing friends, lovers and strangers waiting to cross her life path. This is a story of a strong-hearted and courageous girl, on the road of seeking happiness while enjoying what life has to offer.

    She doesn’t know, she doesn’t know what is waiting for her, she doesn’t know in which home she’s going to end up living next, and she doesn’t know which job she will get. But she knows who she is, at least that part that is enough and matters to her and explains to others.

    She’s always questioning things, life and her own choices. She strives to understand more, to learn, to stay curious and to not stagnate in space and time. Life will flow even if she stays still, like a rock in the middle of a river. But she wants to see what is beyond that waterfall, over the horizon, when she looks at it from a distance. She is the river snake that goes up the current if she needs to. She is the fish that protects her friends from dangerous situations. She is the bird that will feed her family and build a safe nest. She is the frog that will stay quiet and still when the storm of life will be harsh on her.

    This is a story about the freedom to change. Change life, change location, change job, change language, change your own self. Fearless and serene. It doesn’t come from someone’s idea, an opportunity or because of a partner. Instead, she is proud of being guided by her own inner voice, flowing into the open ocean and glowing.

  • no intention

    no intention

    Stare at a screen
    by inertia
    Double tap on a reel
    by inertia
    Get their tasks done
    by inertia
    Look for some casual fun
    by inertia


    Date someone pretty
    by inertia
    Blame them, the others, the city

    Swallow toxic love from someone close
    Seek for a sentimental song
    Wonder what did I do wrong
    by inertia

    Where is the intention?
    Where do I belong?

  • about them

    about them

    Breathe the moment you’re in
    allow your mind to rest,
    ray of sunshine gently lounges
    while people chat about the rest

    Online dates won’t last
    if you continue blaming them,
    tricky times are past
    wounds are healed, regrets are over

    Feel the calm wind pass your shoulder
    hair and time move slow,
    for what is worth to wait
    trust life and it will show

    Give them one more chance
    cause start over is never wrong,
    perhaps they need some help
    learn better how to be alone, for long

  • imaginary

    Imagine if you don’t belong to the body that you are assigned.
    Imagine living in a society where you’re obliged, since birth, to fit into a binary system that records you as X or Y, without allowing you the freedom of a third choice.
    Imagine being surrounded by people that don’t understand you, and don’t even try to give themselves a chance to go beyond their own ignorance.
    Imagine being told what you should wear.
    Imagine being told how to behave.
    Imagine being told whom you should love.
    Imagine living in a free world where you’re not free to choose because apparently someone else “knows it better”.
    Imagine looking at the mirror and not recognising yourself, feeling disconnected and lost.
    Imagine being so scared of asking for help that you would harm yourself.

    Imagine living this life,
    opening your eyes,
    and finding out that this is not imaginary.

  • questions

    Important to you
    Important to me
    The place I choose to live
    The person I will marry
    The job I’m gonna quit
    The consequences I’ll carry

    Important to you
    Important to me
    The mission I will follow
    The task I will complete
    The words I’m gonna swallow
    The deadlines I will meet

    Important to you
    Important to me
    The trip I will desire
    The gift I will pick
    The hug I will require
    The drinks I’m gonna split

    Important to you
    Important to me
    The kiss I will give
    The sex I will make
    The skin I will love
    The time it will take

    What is
    Important to you
    What is
    Important to me