“Her name was Anna Maria. She was a lot younger than what she actually appeared to be. – Her eyes are like burned wood. Dark as the night. It brings that kind of mystery one can only hope for in a person. – She doesn’t talk much, but today she told me she wanted to die.” … Continue reading Some days are Big Magic

I’ve spent some of my hours of last year in Airports. Alone. Looking at people passing through the long hallways, so characteristic from these places. On long lines for checks-in or boardings. On waiting rooms because something was wrong with your flight, your ticket or your entire journey. I went back and forth until this … Continue reading In Airports alone