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This week I went tu Cusco for the first time, and it was the most wonderful place in the world. When I was in the midst of a laughter attack in the train to go to Machu Picchu one of my friends took a random picture and captured a moment which I will always keep warmly. It’s incredible how the unexpected can be so magical.



I just realized society is reflected in a fish bowl; trapped and with no escape but with everything needed for survival. But what’s the point in living if we’re just surviving? Sometimes we receive bate, and we might decide to catch it in order to come out of this “safety” bubble and face a very harsh world (which might wound us but will lead us to freedom) or we might die in the process. The other option is to drown in our own water. Either we risk it or we embrace a satisfactory (not extraordinary) life. After all, we’re all fish.


They say you should follow you heart. But that’s kind of a selfish thought. There’s a reason why our ribs are cages… our hearts are hard to control. Our cravings aren’t necessarily what’s morally correct, our thoughts aren’t always positive. Our feelings are sometimes weapons we use to make others understand what we’re going through in order to numb our loneliness. We can follow our hearts, follow the wants. Or we can follow our mind, follow the needs. Our mind goes through the consequences, the impacts we might cause. But our heart is too lively, it lives for the moment and doesn’t really consider the after taste.

Which would you follow?

fluorescent nights

It’s up to you, New York, New York…


In New York, things have a greater contrast during the night. The way light beams out of every living and non-living particle within the darkness make you feel alive, as if reminding that without darkness shining hearts wouldn’t be noticed. This city is sleepless. It’s as if the night’s energy could keep you alive forever.

where the streets have no name

Art is the most incredible thing discovered by humans. It’s a form of expression which allows you to vent your thoughts and mirror society. It has a message, but it can be translated by your imagination to anything possible. It’s an abstract feeling waiting to escape your lungs. If you search deeply and open your heart (not just your eyes) the piece of art will whisper you its story.






PS. I know I’ve posted pictures of the streets of Lima before, but I still consider myself a tourist in my own country because it’s full of wonders waiting to be discovered. I simply can’t describe how lucky I am to live in Peru, a country lit up by art and mysterious messages in every corner. Knowing that people gift public walls with art just to make others happy and spread a message ( not for their benefit or selfish purposes) makes me grasp to the hope I have in humanity. 

switch on

I’ve decided to turn on the light. It’ll scare away everything trying to infiltrate my lungs, sanctioning my breathing. It’ll direct me through the mysterious fog that has formed between my eyelashes, and most importantly, my thoughts will be guided by my eyes, not by my terribly messed-up brain (which is not a very nice author). I don’t want to be an empty and dark hall, I don’t want to depend on a huntsmen to make all the ever-present demons in my heart skedaddle. I’m tired of trying to fix the past that can’t be undone and planning an unknown future, tired of not living for the moment. That is why I have decided to turn on the light. I will no longer be an individual that depends on someone to feel alive, but my lively eyes will shine through everyone’s soul, making them envisage that they too need to turn on the light. It’s time to smile.

switch on :)

PS: listen to sun and changing of the seasons by two door cinema club, they’re the best mood boosters