The faces of my morning run

The first minutes of my morning run are always tender and uncertain as I find my pace and assess if this will be a day I’ll by running effortlessly or not so much. The answer to this question determines how I think of the faces...


The Sea, The Sea

I found the novel in a small and stuffy bookstore in a not so little village, located somewhere in the upper right corner of the map. It was a summer of many disappointments. I had dreamed of spending it by the softly rolling warm waves...