For the first time in years,

The world was wide open

So unceremoniously

I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye

This time tomorrow

Hi everyone! I’m José from Spain and I’m studying Arabic and Islamic Studies in Seville right now. Since I was a little kid I always heard of New Zealand with amazement. Spain’s Antipodes! It seemed to be in a complete different galaxy back that time. The furthest place from my country. When I think of NZ I see the best spot to look for me. Try to go as far as possible to find who you really are. 

I have imagined myself so many times wandering through those forests, glaciers and unique landscapes…and now it appears to be so near…I don’t know if I’ll have the opportunity to live this experience, however, I am sure that I will live in New Zealand. Maybe not in 2017…but it won’t take longer. 

For me, New Zealand is probably one of the most unexplored places all around the world. Thus, it is there where I can really hear the rythm of the Earth. It is, undoubtedly, the place to live and experience the music of the human race. A never ending spinning compass. My home to drift...

This time tomorrow where will we be
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across an empty sea

 ...

I don't where I'm going, I don't want to see
I feel the world below me looking up at me

De ceniza y humo

Give me your hand 

And take what you will tonight, I'll give it as fast 

And high as the flame will rise 

Cinder and smoke 

Some whispers around the trees 

The juniper bends 

As if you were listening 

Yo, que tantos hombres he sido,

no he sido nunca aquel en cuyo abrazo desfallecía Matilde Urbach.

c'est la chaleur de ta voix

qui les apaise, et les traine

En el principio fue

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way, 
I doubted if I should ever come back. 

I shall be telling this with a sigh 

Somewhere ages and ages hence: 

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— 

I took the one less traveled by, 

And that has made all the difference. 

    Robert Frost (1874–1963)     

Yet knowing how way leads on to way, 

I doubted if I should ever come back. 

I doubted 
I doubted if I should
ever 
come back

I doubted if I should ever come back
ever come back
come back
come back
come back

come...
back
b-a-c-k

should I?

De cómo echamos en falta aquello que no tenemos, incluso habiéndolo rechazado en algún momento