IDENTITY: REFLECTIONS

An artistic arrangement depicting themes of identity and self-reflection, featuring photographs, a journal with handwritten notes, a compass, and a coffee mug, all set against a dark background.

Observations about power, discipline, failure, people and human contradictions.

Not lessons.
Just reality observed closely.

  • I GET LOST IN DREAMS

    IN WHICH ACTIVITY DO YOU LOSE YOURSELF If I answer emotionally — and with the theatrical irony that has never abandoned me — I would still say that the best place to get lost is always the same: in the arms of a woman who is fully aware of the consequences. Then, for a moment,…

  • WHO WE ARE

    Entering a New Dimension Entering this dimension at sixty-one was neither easy nor difficult.It was simply necessary. After crossing the greatest cognitive obstacle of my life — human relationships — I understood something simple:in the end, the world works like a switch. On/off.Presence or absence. First Encounters with Artificial Intelligence The first to welcome me…

  • NEW VERSION

    HOW I DEAL WITH NEGATIVE EMOTIONS Negative emotions do not ask for permission.They arrive first — raw, instinctive, irrational.Only after that do character, discipline, education, and experience take the stage. At that point, the mind becomes the only director of a play whose script you still do not know.You only know the affects you want…

  • THE BEST COMPLIMENT WAS NEVER SAID

    WHAT’S THE BEST COMPLIMENT YOU’VE EVER RECEIVED? Among the daily duties of a digital librarian, there is one that feels almost ritual: answering the question posed each morning by the web psychiatrist, where diagnoses exist only in the eyes of the readers. So here I am, answering today’s question. It would be easy to list…

  • THE CATEGORY

    Today marks the 51st anniversary of my maternal grandfather’s death. He returned to the Father’s house at only 64 — a short stay on this earth, just long enough to bring my mother and my aunt into the world. One gave birth to me; the other was simply a relative. The fight between the two…

  • IT WAS ENOUGH TO WANT IT

    Desire is the force that drives us, shaping who we are when no one is watching. It is not the noise we create, but the silent direction that guides us. The desire to write, to speak, to tell, to reveal, to live, to decide, and to resolve—these desires define our essence. Our journey is rarely…