The moon is full of looks that got lost looking for an answer.

The moon is full of looks that got lost looking for an answer.

I am tired, very tired my mind wants to rest and sleep cannot solve it, it scares me. I don’t understand what is happening to me, at one point I feel normal and suddenly I begin to remember, to blame myself, to hate myself and it makes me want to cry so badly. And it is present, that darkness that threatens to consume me and I am very afraid …

I’m not really asking for much, for now I just want to sleep well, laugh too much, go out for a breath and think that I’ll be better soon.

I am becoming addicted to loneliness, tranquility, silence, not speaking and not letting anyone in …

once someone approached me and said: excuse me, do we know each other? I said: no, I don't think so. And he replied: it is not a question, it is a proposal ...

Although time passes, there are words, moments and feelings that are never forgotten …

I like to write at dawn because at that time is when the voices of the soul are heard the most.

My body lying on the cold ground of my garden, my ears caressed by the soft sound emitted by the leaves, the cold breeze caressing my face and my gaze lost between constellations. Wouldn’t that be a << perfect night? >>.

Which is better, to have a tutor or make mistakes only one, on the one hand, a tutor will guide you and advise you not to make mistakes on the other hand is to learn your own from your mistakes, fall and get up to get stronger but I heard more than two versions of “have a tutor or learn by yourself” and analyze it and I think I know the answer.


People live escaping from the rain, trying not to get wet, not to ruin their shoes, not to screw up their hair. But from time to time we don't arm ourselves with madness, we embrace the lucidity of that moment and jump into puddles, we soak our soul, we get drunk in that oil of nature that we are ourselves. "