Solo volver (Just Come Back)
The sea did not ask where I had been or why it took me so long. It kept my place between salt and sky, as if leaving had never meant I no longer belonged. I came back carrying everything I had lost and everything I had learned to hold in silence. The water did not try to return me to who I had been. It only made room for who arrived. And for once, that was enough. Some places do not wait for us to return unchanged. They wait because they know no one ever does. We come back wi
21 hours ago
Sin mapa (Into the Unknown)
Not everything needs a destination. Sometimes it’s enough to follow what feels good. To change your mind. Take the long way. Say yes just because you want to. There is a whole world out there. You don’t always need to know where you’re going. Sometimes you just need to go.
Aug 14
Todavía hay tanto (There Is Still So Much)
There is so much we haven’t seen yet. A favorite place we haven’t found. A song we’ll play a hundred times. A conversation that will change something. A day we’ll wish we could live twice. Maybe that’s one of the nicest things about being here. Some of the best parts haven’t happened yet.
Aug 14
Lo que elegiste (What Was Easy)
There are truths that arrive without warning. This was not one of them. I had already made room for the possibility that something between us might change. I had said it aloud, more than once, as if naming it could make it less frightening. As if honesty could soften the places where life would eventually hurt us. I never asked you to keep everything the same. I only asked you not to let me keep believing in something you already knew was no longer true. I thought that would
Aug 10
Antes de perderte (While You're Still Here)
I think the cruelest part was never loving you. It was realizing that love begins with loss already stitched into it. Some people stay for a lifetime. Others change us forever without ever truly belonging to us. Most of us never know which story we're living until it has already begun to change. Maybe that's why I have always carried this quiet grief. Not because I believed you would leave, but because nothing beautiful ever promises to stay the same. There is something heart
Aug 5
