They are not many in a week, in a week on the other side of the world. I took much more of them in NY, I think. But they are my steps, the steps in my journey in Japan. A planned journey that faded and that, suddenly, I
There is a perfect moment for everybody, in which you are exactly where you want to be, exactly who you want to be with. A both abstract and concrete moment, of which you'll remember everything even if the outlines will fade. A cameo in everybody's
There are things that you desire so much, so so much that you suddenly refuse, without realizing it. Those things you thought you couldn't dare, but that you decided to dare, then, and that made you surrender to the fact you shouldn't have to dare it.
Blessed are those who take stock of everything at the end of the year. I figure them sitting with pen and paper, flagging things done and not done, and making their late considerations and evaluations. Blessed they are since there is an order and a sense in
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