We greet people, we walk through crowds, we travel and love, we talk over a cup of coffe, we ride motorcylcles. We essentially live, in different contexts and environments.
We greet people, we walk through crowds, we travel and love, we talk over a cup of coffe, we ride motorcylcles. We essentially live, in different contexts and environments.
No hay extracto porque es una entrada protegida.
25 de febrero de 2016 Todos los días de, habitualmente 7 de la tarde a 7 de la mañana, tengo la suerte y desdicha de compartir habitación con dos personajes: … Continúa leyendo Ma roomie, your roomie
Jueves 25 de marzo, 17h, Cafetería Primavera (Mostar, Bosnia-Herzegovina) Hoy se me ha acercado otro gitanillo o como los llaman aquí, «ROMA kid». Lo he visto antes, me es familiar. … Continúa leyendo Sin cojones de mirar
Two months in a place that apparently is home. And I’m saying goodbye again.
I feel and I see everything that surrounds me. I’m in front of my house, my dad garden’s full of tomatoes, melons, watermelons and many other vegetables which dimly glow under the light of the moon. His hunting dogs bark and I see the school that brought me to the second grade of Primary School when I started going to school in town given the lack of a higher education in the village. I stare at all these things from the balcony the house in front of mine has. The tenant passed away when I was a kid. And I sense it again. These views, the sound of the dogs barking, the wind blowing at my face in this balcony from where I can see the fields of my childhood.
I close my eyes and subdue to a rollercoaster of unstoppable emotions. They do not stop, they do not wish to cease because what goes on and starts for some … Continúa leyendo CHALLENGE NUMBER 1: SAYING GOODBYE
Todo ha sido tan intenso y la vez tan monótono, que la velocidad con la que el tiempo pasa se ha incrementado de forma brutal. Llevo sin escribir dos meses. … Continúa leyendo INTENSIDAD Y VELOCIDAD
Una gran multitud me rodea. En realidad, todos nos rodeamos a todos. Somos alumnos del UWC y esperamos nuestros vuelos a diferentes partes del mundo en el mismo aeropuerto. Por casualidades de la vida, muchos salimos aproximadamente a la misma hora y eso nos permite disfrutar los unos de los otros un poco más. Veinte caras me rodean. (más…)
Early December 2014
On Winter Gala night, the stage deceived me and I couldn’t express myself at all. I’m always bombing FB, even before coming here some already made fun of my countdowns over Facebook during the summer but the thing is that the moment came.
November 2014
For I love this fucking city. For Mostar is accomplice of everything that made me grow up, as she know of my mistakes, of those things I said and I shouldn’t have said, of those things I did and I shouldn’t have done. For it’s me again: the self I was before, the one that doesn’t fear not being accepted. ‘Cause giving a step back is a cowards thing to do and I am not a coward, you know. ‘Cause I keep on walking all ahead and the path, we all know, we make it as we walk. (más…)