Balls of Ego and Paper

My Stories

And the year went by. And it left us with our hair electrified from so much lockdown, economic fatality and fear of dying. And it told us, that we are not the gods we thought we were, but only balls made of ego and paper, that at the slightest wind may fall out. And before it left, it combed us, very smoothly, with a  brush of eclipses, solstices and planetary marriages. And it told us all, stop crying, that nothing will end, that it all begins again. A new year, new life, new hope, will arrive. And  yet here we have, a new crystal ball in our hands, waiting to see what you wish to ask, waiting perhaps that you think about Her, a little bit more than those odd time of the past.

My Thoughts on Guadeloupe


I usually tend to fall in love with every place I visit, but at the same time, I have a critic eye on everything I see and not very often I would like to live in the countries or cities I stop over. But this feeling has radically changed since I arrived in Guadeloupe. I just had to leave the airport to be awakened from my lethargic state of mind after a 7 hour trip from Colombia. I was not expecting to feel the kind of infatuation you feel only when you meet a soulmate and every day I spend here it grows more and more.

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