Time expands and contracts without altering our perception of it.

Far from any near horizon, what can you dream of? People get annoyed and end up losing face.

The black gaze that announces the rainy season, the flameless heart lit by the light of a candle.

It's late when you realize that you're doing something wrong, it's too early to admit it, my ego has the right of veto.

Far from any progress I see myself nourishing golden ideas, my youth was colorful, I used my markers on a canvas...the result was unfinished.

The wish expressed was to love, the tangled hair the wind got the better of all these beautiful years.

Confess or deny, blame the whole world to alleviate the pain.

There was a time when I thought I could use it freely, there was a time when emotions were felt differently.

Promises are like the seasons, they are not eternal but renew.

Silence is an art that manifests itself when you stop making noise.