Hugs

The problem with consumerism is that it carries a false promise: if you buy the things you want, you’re happy. This promise is based on an idea that was pushed after World War II and has settled definitively at the base of our society: happiness is intimately linked to the capacity for consumption, that is, […]

I love those hugs that, even if they don’t solve anything, are a way of telling adversity that it can’t beat me. I like to close my eyes around the force that frightens her, while I believe that courage that will make her run away like a frightened girl chased by a witch. Through them,

I love hugs that, even if they don’t solve anything, are a way to tell adversity that she can’t with us. I love those hugs that make up for my broken parts, those that take away my loneliness and fill me with joy, because when they hug me so hard that they seem to want

I love those hugs that shake me, that can stop time and hold my breath, I love it because they join me and make my fears fly away. I love hugs that, although they solve nothing, help me tell adversity that they will not be able to with me, that they will not tear down