Learning to fly

The act of learning how to fly tells more about our courage to try than our ability to fly.

Waves of ideas

  Waves of ideas come and go trying to take me to different worlds where I can be totally alone and unreachable till the moment I’m completely satisfied and then I can choose to come back, or not. Where do we go when momentarily we leave our body? When the solid gold light feels like sticky…

Ilha Grande

      My cheese-bread rolled over the small table where we were sitting at the outdoor cafe, I looked at him and quickly grabbed it and put it in my mouth. For that split second he thought that I would give up on that piece of  bread rolling on a not well sanitized table, and he…

Simplicity and Happiness

Nothing is more sophisticated than simplicity. In a world where we are constantly bombarded by ideas that want to convince us to have more, to buy what we don’t need, to spend the money we don’t have, to insert one more social event in a schedule that craves family time, in a time when people…

The cow’s head

Zara said “Bonjour” as soon as she saw us in the garden early that morning, she was smiling as always and we were excited with expectations of a fun cooking day ahead of us. Zara only spoke French to us and indicated that as soon as we were finished with breakfast, served on the terrace, we…

The hole in the wall.

Out in the country side there’s a little town where I often pass by. The two main streets meet each other at a stop sign where silence is always the main music in the air. No people on the sidewalks, a couple of pick-up trucks here and there and occasionally a police car watching the strangers…