The wind has changed, it has certainly carried coolness, but also melancholy. Which is neither sadness nor nostalgia. It’s that totally irrational feeling of missing what you’ve never had, never been, didn’t know you wanted to be.
They should move New Year to August 31, because it’s not January that takes away dreams and hopes, it’s not January that takes away the long days and holidays.

Thr0ugh The Mirr0r

This will undoubtedly be a summer that I will always remember, because for the first time in 31 years I really suffered it.

I, who normally paw for its arrival, who adore it, venerate it and invoke it. Which I I make  my Goddess, my inner peace and my refuge.

This year I have suffered every day, every minute, from this infernal and exaggerated heat, which took away my breath and strength. From which not even the sea gave refreshment …

Despite everything it was a beautiful summer, full of positive experiences, like the day I spent with one of my little cousins ​​in a water playground, which made me go back to being a child for a while and gave me a serenity that I didn’t feel. from time immemorial. Like when my friend came from the North and we went to the Escape Room, and in those days…

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