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Memories about my father
My dad was a hippie. I don't know how it happened but ever since I’ve been aware enough to perceive it, he started to transgress. He...
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Be
Sometimes we cry, we get depressed and we wish we were more normal. Other days we find the courage of the revolution and we spit in the...
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Like us
The time that does not exist, shows its insufficiency and stops. And at times we are in a film, in Rome dancing to a love song, hugging...
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34~ Vipassana Experience, Part 3: The First Memories
I had gotten up at 4 a.m., fallen asleep during the meditation, and, on top of that, I hadn't turned into Jean from the X-Men, nor did I...
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