No quiero escribir. Pero se hay que doler, que sea fuera de mi, en una hoja, en un amontoado de letras en la pantalla de un ordenador. Así, con el clack-clack de las teclas, quizás me olvide que es ella, y no yo, que se va a despertar de su…

Por toda via que caminé, Siempre pensava Todavia no. Es que no hay camino, estrecho, pasillo No hay espacio, sentido, dimension Para corazón que andan vacíos. Temprano, Despacio, Encontraré El segredo, el timbre, el equilíbrio. Pero todavia no. Mi vida es como un rio Pero fluye sin destino. Mi alma…

This is deeply personal. And I am going to leave all literary artifacts aside because I want to make it as simple and raw as possible. It's my life, but maybe also yours. So I am here. Writing it. Putting it on the “bottle” of social media and throwing into…

There is a common misconception that caring about how we dress is only motivated by the wheal of consumerism. Well, I disagree. We primaraly dress ourselves from a basic necessity to be protected from the harsh climatic conditions. But we can take the opportunity to express ourselves. Just like when…

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It was my last day in Portugal, which I had decided to spend in the small village of Sintra. I had no particular reason to go there, but it seemed charming and I was out of ideas of what to explore in Lisbon. I had quite a pleasant day, exploring…

Quando eu tinha oito anos, um dos meus rabiscos foi o projeto de uma nave anti-gravidade. O funcionamento, claro, era inocentemente justificado pelas leis de Newton, que eu tinha aprendido espiando nos livros dos meus irmãos mais velhos. …

Dear Andrew, Yes, I know I told you I was a feminist. Yes, I do believe in equal rights and splitting the bill. What I have never seen before — and I have been on more than 35 first dates — is that once I put a 50 quid note…