Alajuela — Another morning. I wake up entangled in my sheets. My eyes are tired and I find myself alone in a house where five people used to live. Now it’s just me. As I walk through the hallway of the house, I ...
Alajuela — How did it all happened so fast? All the games and the fights. All the immature jokes and the embarrassing moments. I would like to watch my younger self play with his friends. I would like to watch h...
San pedro — I awaited till the bus stopped completely, got on my feet and made my way down the back door. I paused for a second, and made an attempt to put my headphones on while the multitude walked past me to m...
A Beautiful Afternoon
The boy, a hero and the craven
Desperate for attention. Screaming, my vocal cords are about to give up
Sometimes a stranger is worth more than a thousand friends
Running in the garden, half of the time playing, half of the time fighting. Living without trouble, innocent and young
I was fighting for the control of my voice. Trying hard to get my point across without yelling
The heat and the noise brought me back from sleep. Half of the bus was empty and my stop was the next one