This is how I like to learn: making mistakes. Yes, I know that there are a lot of mistakes in my English writing, but this is just the beginning, so it doesn’t matter, at least not for me. I like to face errors as they represent the boundaries of…

As you must have seen (at least some of you), I started writing a long time ago.  And this feels like to start all over again to me. That is the main reason for me to be writing about nothing at all. I mean, I’m not writing stories yet, but when…

It was a hot and grey spring day around seven. Exactly as now, while I’m writing this. I had just returned from a meeting of friends in which was she, the girl I liked. She was two years older than me, and despite she likes me too, she thought…

I was 14 years old when I wrote my first words, in literary terms, of course. It was 20 years ago, around this same time. I remember it quite well. How couldn’t I? It was a magic process to me. As if I had discovered a secret weapon to fight…