18 July 2015 ,memories of Chile PABLO NERUDA I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I . . .
17 july,2015. back home In the north, How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. A.A. MILNE
7 July 2015, El Bolson,Patagonia ,Argentina The whole of my lifeis summed up in these three phrases:I used to be rawThen I was cookedNow,I am on fire. Rumi Don’t leave me raw.
July first,Buenos Aires,Argentina When one is able to overcome the romantic and emotional attitude, one discovers truth even in the kitchen sink. CHÖGYAM TRUNGPA