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I love her because she makes things.
You know? She makes things with her hands.
It's as if her synapses was married directly to her fingers.

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"Viernes 31 de mayo

Cuando alguien se siente brillantemente desgraciado, entonces sí vale la pena llorar con acompañamiento de temblores, convulsiones, y, sobre todo, con público. Pero, cuando además de desgraciado, uno se siente opaco, cuando no queda sitio para la rebeldía, el sacrificio o la heroicidad, entonces hay que llorar sin ruido, porque nadie puede ayudar y porque uno tiene conciencia de que eso pasa y al final se retoma el equilibrio, la normalidad."

- La tregua, M. Benedetti

-D.

We have come to believe that if you really are in love, that will last forever, we will always have those wonderful feelings. Nothing can separate us. Unfortunately, to think that the experience of falling in love is eternal is nothing but fiction, not reality. Not that we are not true to what we think or feel, we are just not realistic. Once the experience happens, we return to the real world and we will be ourselves. Now the waves of reality begin to separate us.

The good news, our most basic emotional need is not to fall in love, it's to be truly loved by another, know a love that springs from reason and choice, not instinct. Love that combines reason and emotion. It involves an act of will and requires discipline.

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“ I received an email telling me it was over.
I didn’t know how to answer.
It was as if it wasn’t meant for me.It ended with the words: Take care of yourself.
I took this recommendation literally.
I asked a hundred and two women, chosen for their profession, to interpret the letter in their professional capacity.
To analyze it, provide a commentary on it, act it, dance it, sing it. Dissect it. Squeeze it dry. Understand for me.
Answer for me.
It was a way to take the time to break up.
At my own pace.
A way to take care of myself.”
sophie calle

Sometimes I like to take a walk without any direction at all, it makes me discover new places that I had never been before, every turn, every corner it's a new place.

I love my city and I love it at day or night, and there is something that I'm so gratefull of, among all of us strangers and random people, there is one special person, you.

Guess I would never know who found who first... and that's the beauty of it.

- D.

Un caracol corriendo de su pasado, una vida de tragedias y desamor, por que? -se pregunta-, por enamorarse de una verdura, pero una verdura con un pasado, condenada a ser un brocoli rojo, fruto de una relación mal sana entre un tomate y un brocoli; el, un inocente caracol que nada tenia en la vida mas que su gran amor por una verdura que no podía amarlo, puesto que era muy frágil...

es por eso que no debes mezclar tomate y brocoli en una ensalada.