Long live the patterns! Or not.
From the depths of the young years – those of the mystery of a thousand lives
Thanking this wonderful Autumn day.
Putting things in perspective is more than prioritizing.
I’m here and, at the same time, I’m not here already.
Switching from infinity to a different infinity.
Dealing with the void.
About memories, responsibilities, and my father.
Going back and moving forward sometimes blend.
It happens to me often, and in places considered the most boring. Today, it happens here.
The taste of outliving my missed dreams.
When doing, I need to be. When being, I need to do.
I close my eyes, and all is there. I open them, and all is still there.