Crossroads of lives
In a world where we're constantly coming and going, have we ever stopped to think about the stories behind those around us? There's something fascinating about knowing that everyone has their sorrows and their glorious days, and that our paths simply crossed at that moment. What was your last sorrow or your last glory?
Warm regards, I'll write to you soon.

 

 Where only the wind judges me...
Where do we truly feel free, at what moment, and in what situation?
Little by little, I'm experiencing the sweet taste of reclaiming my essence and learning to appreciate what freedom is. Sometimes a shock is necessary to make us realize how valuable what we take for granted really is.
What was the last thing you took for granted?
I'll write to you soon.
Warm regards.

From daily life
Temporary physical incapacity gives one pause for thought. During these days of convalescence, I realized how much I value those days when I can walk the world, go wherever I want, and be free in my own way. I hope to be able to do so again soon, as always and as never before.
How long has it been since you enjoyed a good walk?
A big hug!
I'll write to you soon.

 

She pays the fair Price
What does it mean to renew oneself? Don't we do it every day? I feel that starting a new day is a way of doing it; every sunrise is an opportunity. It's good to feel that way, don't you think?
And how long has it been since you renewed yourself?
Big hug!!
I'll write to you soon

 

Lost in the depths of Tokyo.
I appreciated the best things in my life more when I was lost. A drink with strangers, a wrong opinion, or a misguided path. We often need to encourage ourselves to get lost more.
And how long has it been since you last got lost?
I'll write to you soon, a big hug!

 

Together the two

These cold days, which I love so much, have brought me to some inner reflection. Good things don't last, and we have the capacity to make things equal, but we don't. Perhaps something external is preventing us, but we can't see it? The answer lies in learning to appreciate even the simplest things, from a hot cup of coffee to the first icy gust of wind in the morning.
I hope you're well; I'll write to you again.

 

Breathe, live and feel.

Then other days come.

 My city is capricious.

Every day she's there, waiting to surprise me

 

Where am I ?
Sometimes I think enough to get lost

 

Lost in your chaos.

I find my chaos.