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Wednesday, July 8
We grow. We change. The yearsquietly move on. Yet somehow, every timesomething risesinto the sky, a part of usstill follows. — Fuerpa Slow Journal
Monday, June 8
For a long time, I thought life would start when everything was in place. When I had more answers.More certainty.More time. I kept waiting for the moment everything would finally make sense. I didn’t realize life was already happening. Quietly.In imperfect moments.In ordinary d
Don’t lose your direction
Saturday, April 4 Sometimes, everything changes in a second. What felt stable… breaks.What felt certain… disappears. And for a moment,you lose control. You lose clarity. But not everything is meant to stay the same. What mattersis what remains. Your direction. Your Traguardo.
The Sea Listens
Hello sea, take these words with you. Hold themthe way you hold the waves,without hurry,without noise. Listen to themthe way only you can. Keep them for a while. And then,when the moment is right, carry them gentlyto the right shore,to the right heart. Some messages travel far.So
The Weight of Words
Words are small. But they carry weight. They can open something. Or close it. Sometimes a sentence changes a day. Sometimes more than that. Not because it’s loud, but because it arrives at the right moment. We forget this easily. We throw words out fast. We use them to react. T
Attention Over Presence?
We expose ourselves everywhere now. Not only when it’s about desire, but when it’s about everything. Videos. Music. Work. Daily routines. Simple moments. A recipe needs a body. A song needs skin. A joke needs a gesture. A normal moment needs to be “attractive”. Little by
Letting Go Is Finding Your Way Back
Yesterday I was walking in my usual woods.It started raining. Normally, that’s the moment I get annoyed.Because it wasn’t planned.Because it interrupts. But yesterday was different. Instead of rushing,instead of complaining,I slowed down. I felt the rain on my face.I listened
We Were Told to Be Perfect
Many people told us the same thing. “Your photos need to be perfect.” “Perfect light.” “Perfect angle.” “Perfect mood.” Otherwise, they said, there’s no market. No attention. No future. We listened. And then we didn’t. Because Fuerpa was never about perfection
What do we hide while we share?
We love sharing beautiful things. Perfect images.Perfect moments.Clean details. But rarely the whole picture. We choose fragments,not the horizon.Focus,without direction. Everything fits inside a phone screen.A small circle where life looks controlled, ordered, complete. And behi
Existing or resisting?
When I was a kid, I existed. I did not had 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 my […]
