The vocabulary of face-masks

Yesterday I went to the post-office. I hadn’t been ‘out’ in a while. Everyone was wearing face-masks. I made eye contact and smiled at several people like I always do, but obviously they couldn’t tell I was smiling and gave me cold stares in return. It reminded me of the isolation I felt when I lived in […]

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A Premonition: Fragmento uno

Ideas and insights into the future are up in the air. If you listen, sometimes you are able to grab them. But more often than not, the noise around you doesn’t allow you to listen. Yet when you do, you gear towards your purpose, as abstract as it might seem. It’s easy to think and to […]

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On braiding

Life in times of Coronavirus/ La vida en tiempos del COVID

Here we are, going through the same crisis almost at the same time: some countries are still living in the past, while others live in the future and we try to make sense of our present. I remember thinking for the longest time that if we had one common enemy, perhaps we would join forces. […]

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Those familiar faces

When did we decide that living apart was better than being together? It must have happened when we decided that work and achievements were our priorities. Not being busy seems to be so awful these days. And yet, it is well regarded to fragment ourselves. But are fragments created because of the distance, or are […]

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On mirrors and reflections/ Espejos y reflejos

I am obsessed by mirrors. For a long time I felt as if I didn’t exist. Only mirrors made me feel real. So I started collecting them,  hoping one of them would reflect me back who I thought I was. You know? Sometimes life has a way of changing you on the inside at a […]

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Miami Swim Week 2019 (or how I discovered I’ve turned into a Conversationalist)

Inclusion, sustainability, and beautiful productions were some of the components of this year’s Swim Week. It truly is a special week for Miami.  I’m usually traveling during this time of year, but this time I chose to stay here. In time, specific events like this one, become references to remember what life felt like before. […]

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Journey through the USA: Charleston and Savannah

It’s easy to get lost in the bling-bling that the United States portrays, because of the shopping experiences, branding, the shows… and yet, there is so much history to be explored. I spent a couple of days in South Carolina and Georgia. To my surprise, both Savannah and Charleston proved to be extremely charming towns, filled […]

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WRINKLE IN TIME: Las arrugas y el pasado

I once met a woman with all the right wrinkles: they told a story. Her eyes were filled with wisdom. I will never forget her face. In time, I’ve always wanted to be that woman. When I was 5 years old my mother would always shout at me whenever I did facial expressions; ‘You are going to […]

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The Anatomy of Passion

WHEN THE BODY FUNCTIONS SPONTANEOUSLY, THAT IS CALLED INSTINCT. WHEN THE SOUL FUNCTIONS SPONTANEOUSLY, THAT IS CALLED INTUITION.” –SHREE RAJNEESH When we are born, we carry the knowledge of divinity within. If you don’t believe me, stare at a newborn straight in the eye, and you’ll understand what I mean. They know. You knew. We […]

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Black Canvas: Once upon a Braid

You can only understand your journey from the perspective of your future self. When you’re living in the present there’s way too much noise.

I don’t remember where this journey began; all I know is I found myself one day trapped inside this body, trying to make sense of the world around me.

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The Future: What if we were brave enough to care?

What’s happening to the world?  Where are we headed? I had never felt so concerned in regards to the current state of the planet, specially when it comes to politics: I don’t understand how this became such a complicated world all of a sudden. Perhaps it has always been this way, but I’m older and more […]

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Don’t be afraid of the dark

One of my earliest childhood memories is my five year old self coming back from school, and entering into my mothers dark room, at the end of a very long corridor. I would always open the door as quietly as I could. The heavy backed-out curtains were closed, and yet, some rays of light, painted […]

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