The poetry trapped inside of you

I have been looking for poetry inside myself for many years, and I’m still looking for it. There are moments when it comes out, and moments when it hides. Sometimes I think that getting worked up about it isn’t worth it, but I do not doubt the fact that it exists. Poetry is in each one of us.

They are just words

They are just words. Stickers, titles, empty tins, all on which we write words. But inside those tin cans, there are different meanings for different people. From these differences, but above all, the incapacity to accept them and share them, many civil, family and professional conflicts emerge.

The gift to make miracles happen

Consciously, more or less, and several times during our lives, we have to choose or be chosen. Many times, the choice is influenced by the way we act and communicate; ways which, many of you know, are the results of our ways of thinking. Just like saying that our way of thinking influences our way of choosing.

This is a story about motivation

This time it felt like a series on nosedives, like those on a rollercoaster when you realise you are falling, but then in an instance, you are taken to the top again to admire a panorama that is even more beautiful than the previous one. After watching this scene, I hugged my daughter with tears in my eyes. I appreciated my life in that moment, a lot more than I usually do.