One More Step: Breaking Spanish
It’s been 806 days since I started learning Spanish. I still talk and write like a kid. 10 minutes every day. And I’m loving every second of it. My mistakes,
It’s been 806 days since I started learning Spanish. I still talk and write like a kid. 10 minutes every day. And I’m loving every second of it. My mistakes,
Why b-a_l-a_n-c_e is a natural-born self-saboteur ?
I don’t know .
A very happy meal for tonight’s Shoes Table gathering.
tofocusonwhatovercomesdisastersnondisastrously ?
I am in the shoes of someone who realizes that slowing down is the fastest
I am in the shoes of someone trying not to be swallowed by a world changing its skin. These shoes can learn new roads. But how do you walk when
I am in the shoes of someone who listens to the notes of life with more than ears. History. Cultures. Empathy. Deepness. She hears better. Her language is life. And
I am in the shoes of someone who steps away from the page. Ink stays still. Life does not. These shoes move closer. Into the noise. Into the bazaars. Into
We sit. Not to host an event. Not to perform. Not to teach. Just to share a simple moment of being together. Just to appreciate the happening of this once