This morning, on my way to work, I heard the slow call of a dove. And suddenly I remembered something. I used to hear that sound every morning before going to school. It made the day feel lighter before it even began. And in the afternoon I would hear it again, and it felt like [
There are days on the calendar that remind us to celebrate love.They are beautiful, meaningful, and sometimes necessary.But love itself does not belong to a date. Love is not an appointment.Love is a state of being. As Roberto Benigni once expressed, love is not something that ex
I decided to write my wishes. My dreams. My thoughts. My favorite words. The sentences that belong to me. I decided to share them. To say them. To keep them clear and transparent. To give them… and to receive. Because maybe a piece of me is also a piece of you. Not to show them
Sometimes it’s just a smile. Nothing special. Nothing meant. Someone passes by, looks at you, and smiles. And the day shifts. You feel lighter. More awake. More alive. Not because something changed outside, but because something moved inside. Energy travels like that. Without e
It took time to write this. Not because the words were hard to find, but because the feeling didn’t want to be explained. Some of the most beautiful feelings can’t be described. Not because words are missing, but because words aren’t made for that. Words are for listening.
When we focus only on ourselves, something slowly shifts. Not all at once. Not in a dramatic way. We start protecting our space. Our time. Our comfort. And without realizing it, we stop seeing what’s around us. Human values don’t disappear suddenly. They fade quietly. We teac
Smiling matters. More than we think. Life already gives us enough reasons to be serious. Enough rules. Enough expectations. Enough things to carry. He’s usually serious. Quiet. Composed. One of those people who keeps everything inside. But when we’re together, something chang
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
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 much.
