The little box of memories

Every summer I go to Madrid. The city where I spent my childhood years and my twenties. My last trip was different from all the others. It felt like Fall had taken over my soul as Isabel Allende put it in an interview. Most of her life her soul felt like Summer, but since the […]

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We will always be clueless

Youth, that time we now wish we had known better. If we could only go back in time and change, tweak some things, we believe we would have done better. However, even now, at an older age, with all we know, we are still groping in the dark looking for answers. 

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Mistakes, time and youth.

When we are young we make mistakes as we keep making them throughout our lives. Yet the difference lies in that when we are young the margin to correct those mistakes and learn from them is wider. It’s a question of the time we have left.

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