Tag: thegirlwitharedtypewriter

Trashing the sense of guilt

Have you ever experienced a time in your life when you keep on saying to yourself that you are fine but you know you are lying? Maybe one day you had a strange friction inside your chest. An annoying voice talking loud to your ears on another one. You know the issue isn’t your body though. And have you ever…

Sunrise and blue jeans

To the girl of last year, leaving Holland with a 40lt backpack, a wounded heart and no destination nor direction, today I say Well done, Chiara While soft lights embrace me all over, I see my heart smiling and can’t resist smiling back at it. There is a special silence in all the things when first lights send darkness to…

New beginnings

A couple of months ago, I settled myself in the Algarve through a permaculture volunteering project. I was as empty as a bottle of water left covered by desert sand for weeks. It was the second stop of a solo travel with no final destination. This trip had nothing to do with moving from places to places to snap pictures…

The girl with a red typewriter

There was a time when nothing could be written down. This went on for a couple of years. It was only happening those times when was a physical need. Throwing out pains, loves and maybe calamities. All at once. A full night asleep, staring at the moon and crying my soul out. Two old lovers meeting again after long time they…