And what do I want in life? I want books. I want art. I want to be generous with those who haven’t had the same opportunities as me. I want to be generous with my friends. I want to travel. I want to have a wonderful library and leave it to the small town I belong to.

There is something in that small voice that disarms you, that cleanses you, that reminds you that love can be simple and absolute.

Four years have passed since we began working with my mind. To recognize myself more, to reconcile with my demons, and not to die of anxiety.

Dicen que no hay retorno. El invierno llegó, hoy se siente a ocho grados. No sé cuándo voy a volver, pero sí sé lo feliz que puedo ser.