El-poeta-pobre About This Space This is where I plan to document the different paths I'm exploring now, in my early twenties. I started this journey with t...
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I’ve lost confidence and gained a talent for self-sabotage. I think anyone who takes a short stroll through my blog will notice how I took a straight curve and went completely off the rails. Still, I’ll settle for having spotted the pattern relatively early. There was a moment when I got too comfortable. I genuinely thought I’d shaken off that annoying little voice whispering behind my ear, so I…
I think this is going to be one of those more visceral entries, where I lay bare a part of myself for whoever wants to read and understand. It’s perhaps one of the most sensitive things I’ve consciously shared so far. And I don’t feel ashamed about it; I haven’t felt that at any point. Rather, I’ve been cautious because I’m not sure what conclusions others might draw about me. No more, no less.…
Let me emphasize that this experience has much more to do than with the work itself; it forced me to look back. To remember that teenager terrified of leaving her comfort zone, who after the lockdown begged to stay home and pursue her studies entirely online. That young woman who felt an inexplicable fear, and an even more incomprehensible shame, when walking down the street alone. I did not know…
My family was always willing to finance my education. From the moment I entered secondary school, when university was still a distant idea, they would tell me that I would get there and that they would do whatever was necessary so that my only concern would be studying. There were no conditions beyond getting accepted; the degree itself did not matter. Now, in my second year of History and Art…
When it comes to my presence online, I feel like I move within niches that are already quite small, where my reflections are nothing more than a speck of dust compared to the weight of what others have written long before me. Combined with my lack of willpower and my reluctance to promote myself, it seemed inevitable that my condemnation will be remaining unknown or ignored for times to come. Or…
I think we fall into a fallacy when we conclude that we live without faith. Simply because the vast majority of us live in the belief, or conviction, that we will be alive tomorrow. That it is worthwhile and advisable to set goals. It is also an act of faith to buy a gift, reserve that dress or suit for a special event, save someone’s phone number, and so on. Some might dare to separate this…
The word opera, which simply means “artwork,” has been wrapped in all sorts of associations. It’s seen, unmistakably, as a symbol of the wealthy elite and, in itself, of class division as a concept. An art form so delicate, so refined and symbolic, that it supposedly cannot stir any emotion in the poor, uneducated masses. I must confess, I don’t share that view. And I suspect that many of the…
Given the premise of this blog, I think I’m going to start posting, as often as it feels relevant, about what’s going on in my life; even when it doesn’t fit a specific theme, just like I’ve been doing. I’ve been working behind the scenes on the possibility of creating a brand. I’ve already sketched out what I want to offer, just the basics, which, needless to say, I want to be solid. What I can…
Recently, I came across a post in the Trending section that stirred something in me, a desire to write, or rather, to reflect upon it. I hesitated at first, unsure whether I should mention the name of the post and the blog, given that the author never asked for advice, and I have no intention whatsoever of undermining their personal way of thinking. This post has been my first and only encounter…
How strange it feels, after letting someone go, to meet someone new. The purposes of our social bonds are many, and so too is the depth we give to each one. I am especially familiar with losing friendships for all sorts of reasons: some due to circumstances beyond our control, like distance, and others simply because we grew apart. Yet what follows is always, at the very least, peculiar. I haven’t…
