Modern life drags us into a maelstrom of images and digital contacts, a kind of vertiginous loop where everything
🌹We were Gran Vía by the hand, blurred; flashes, lights and traffic lights. In red. We were the last glass
And about the photo, I took it a few years ago in a Turkish dreamy landscape. Do you want to know the story behind it?
Detectar cambios ambientales sutiles que otros no perciben: olores, sonidos con más intensidad; sobrecargarse por estar rodeados de demasiada gente, una fuerte emocionalidad y capacidad empática y alta sensibilidad creativa…
Don’t make oceans from just a glass of water! Or so I tell myself. Sometimes, I think it’s almost as
It was home, it was disaster; streams of icy air and slamming doors. Let’s say it has been an era
To put labels on people is somehow like with clothes. They are itchy and are unnecessary. As long as you
Today, from my personal (and professional) experience I am going to give you a couple of tips to effectively create
You’re nothing. You’re everything. The train moves, not taking us to the station that it should. It turns out that it doesn’t stop there. North and south, changes and aces.
Up my sleeve. My life is the train. The one who left without me…
Back on her time, she was already famous. But very misunderstood. She was a free spirit. Loved classic culture, poetry and to travel.
Golden light is my favorite. I miss it in these cloudy days, like that summer afternoon that slipped through
❤ Al hilo de la seda
