Friday, March 27 You don’t hear it growing. There’s no noise.No sign. Nothing that tells youit’s happening. And still… something is changing. Maybe you don’t see it yet. Maybe you don’t feel it yet. But it’s there. Slowly.Quietly. Just li
When we were younger, we believed without shame. In fairytales. In eternal love. In something that lasts. Not because we were naïve, but because we hadn’t learned how to protect ourselves yet. Growing up taught us to be careful. Not to promise too much. Not to expect too m
When I was a kid, I existed. I did not have much but I was happy without knowing why. I didn’t think about time. I didn’t try to understand life. I was just inside it. But even back then, I used to ask myself something strange. If I wasn’t here, Who would be in
We do the same things every day. We move to reach the evening. We wait for the weekend. We work toward a few days of rest, as if relief were always scheduled somewhere ahead. Then we turn our head. Days have passed. Years have passed. And we are still standing in the same place.
In a world that moves fast, some things still ask for time. Hands. Care. Presence. Fuerpa was born from that idea. Not to follow trends, But to create something that feels grounded. Something that holds meaning, not noise. Things made by hand carry a different energy. They are no
