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As a woman, I’m a taboo. I’m made of stuff that shouldn’t be named. Always controlled for the opinions of a sick society. Livi..

I have choose to stay, to love you, to care about you. I choose to stay even when you push me away. I choose to love you even when you think tha..

In life all starts with connection. It’s a weird form of not verbal communication. You can feel it in the surface of your skin, like elect..

There is something special in the eyes of a stranger. That stare is new, full of curiosity. We all know that don’t matter how much we trie..

We were there, same place, same hour. And we were tired. Tired of being the lost generation. Tired of lies. Tired of injustices. Tired of feel a..

Even in the darkest places you can find light. A place where the pain is less. Hold on into that spark, keep breathing, keep fighting. Everyb..

There’s always beauty on get lost. I think is because not knowing the destination, gives some kind of freedom to choose. But is always har..

Sometimes the room gets so small and tight, breathing becomes a heavy task. Right inside, in middle of your consciousness, you feel it, you are ..

Sometimes I feel that in life, I’m running in circles. I feel lost, because I don't understand what is around me. I don’t understand..

The bedroom was in silence, but for our breathings. An open window erase the essence of yesterday with fresh air, while warm light of sun in..