I don’t wanna be your mother anymore.
(ongoing)
I do not remember, inside which book, I kept that flower.
(ongoing)
Setting a boundary is a violence.
(Ongoing)
You said, I can always talk to you. Do you really mean it?
I need you. I need your help. Can I reach you?
A girl in a black dress.
Dreams and emotions are colourless.
How often do you observe, and how often do you listen? A request to return without just seeing and hearing, you will see a girl in a black dress.
"For Uruguayans, mate is not just a drink, it's part of life itself. It's on the table, in the backpack, in the car, at the beach, in the office. It’s shared without asking, passed from hand to hand as a natural gesture of trust. It’s conversation among friends, laughter that softens the day, and tears that find comfort. It’s where truths are spoken and thoughts are shared. A companion in solitude, a bridge across distance. It’s routine, tradition, identity.
Para los uruguayos, el mate no es solo una bebida, es parte de la vida misma. Está en la mesa, en la mochila, en el auto, en la playa, en la oficina. Se comparte sin preguntar, pasa de mano en mano como un gesto natural de confianza. Es charla entre amigos, es risas que aflojan el día y lágrimas que encuentran consuelo. Es donde se dicen verdades y se comparten pensamientos. Compañía en la soledad, puente en la distancia. Es rutina, costumbre, identidad."
- Eloisa - the girl who loves sunset.