Narcissus

Every single day my kids look at me and say I’m beautiful. This weekend, I was in bed suffering from a hangover and feeling like death, and they brought me the same story. I always had this difficulty of taking compliments. Freud could surely explain it, but understanding how someone saw something nice in me... Continue Reading →

Legacy

I used to listen stories about Manuel’s grandma when I was in University. We knew she was a famous artist mentored by another famous artist, but what we liked more was what he used to say about her. There was this myth around her. We shared this pleasure about her funny sayings (I still tell... Continue Reading →

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