Let it rain

When it rains, here in Barcelona, I remember my brother. I don’t know if I talk in previous posts about Ayrton Senna, but is one of the heroes of my sibling. He admires his bravery on the race, his clear perception while taking risks and his rebel style. So when it rains I bring back what […]

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Votes

During an open class of meditation, our teacher was openly talking about stars. About the quality we touch when we open to silence, to encounter, to gaze of our own nature. We have violence but also, we have the energy to route the damage we can cause to others, to Earth, to ourselves. I keep […]

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No room

These days I felt the time and space danced wild between compression and extension Like an accordion. Like a womb preparing a baby to be born. Like a cocoon craking. Change. I spoke to the universe and said: “you know what? I feel you and I am tired, should I give up? okay, I am […]

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Echoes

By Claudia Gova I dreamt that I was going out of the porch of my new home, at the center of Barcelona. While I was waiting for the door to close, I saw a friend walking up the street with his white and amazing dog. At the moment I recognize him, I yelled of happiness and […]

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Adore you

Written by Claudia Gova Yesterday I went into a poem. I took a train across a show, a play, an orchestra, where a poetess drew images and joined intimate experiences to a close and small public. She invited strangers to her house -the event started from the outside to her sacred space. And I was […]

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A message to myself

By Claudia Gova Base In the path of self-awareness and meaning, most of us open a door to feeling, to internal patterns and to memory inspection. When we are searching light or better understanding of our own questions, we should be cautious, previewing that the route of inquiry will bring us storms and strong inputs in […]

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Falling leaves

By Mon A. I ran away from sadness Hiding tears even from myself. “Crying isn’t gonna fix anything”- a soft voice spoke I remembered to that woman in the mirror. And I started questioning…Why we are so mean to sadness? It isn’t the reflection of weakness, is just the consolidation of the emotions with the circumstance. Sadness […]

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