My connection with the books goes back a long way. It started long before I learned how to read. I was born during communism in a country well accustomed with the dictatorship. People had little means for distractions and hobby was a non-existing word in the common vocabulary. At least on the surface. At second... Continue Reading →
So simple, and yet so difficult to meet. What exactly ?! Love! Love. Love to heal our hurts. Love that brings us comfort and courage to move on. Love that cures and love that transforms. I know that every single thing in our life is supposed to start from a place of self-love. I also... Continue Reading →
I have to admit: when I’m not in my very best state of mind, I tend to escape reality. Sometimes this trick helps. But most of the times is a trap. A trap because I become a prisoner. A prisoner of my own thoughts. And I tend to take my thoughts way too seriously. I... Continue Reading →
I admire those special souls that I love to call “the free spirits”. The brave ones, the ones in pure harmony with themselves. The souls that don’t give a f*k, those souls that live the life they decided they want to live. Those souls who broke the “standard social” norms. Those souls who had the... Continue Reading →
