Photo by eberhard grossgasteiger on Pexels.com Today is one of those days, where I felt the ground was not solid. It feels like if I am walking on the clouds, and all I can see is the fog, not going away, but densely descending. Then, as if a sort of a calling came to me, I went to my closet and found my old diary, dating back from 2002. I opened a page, curious to glance about what I was writing at that time… and then I saw it. This poem had the most profound effect on me. I

Photo by Jessica Lewis on Pexels.com I started writing when I was seven years old. I still remember when my parents took me to the supermarket to do the weekly shopping, how fascinated I was by the office supplies section: Full of colorful notebooks and pens from all sizes and textures. Still today, I can spend hours just checking out agendas, notebooks, books, pencils, colorful pens, pencases and everything that reminds me of writing. Why exactly I got the idea to start writ

Photo by: Paola K Para todos aquellos que nos dedicamos al arte de crear: Escritores, artistas de obras visuales, músicos, bloggers, diseñadores… es común adjudicar nuestro trabajo a esa musa, esa energía etérea, invisible que nos susurra de pronto al oído y produce en nosotros una necesidad de entrar en acción, de expresar el mensaje que hemos recibido… esa musa llamada inspiración. La bendita, aclamada y deseada inspiración, no nos llega a todos con la misma frecuencia ni d