Mindful Mondays

For every door that closes… we said goodbye to one relative and hello to another. The sun has overcomed its shyness and is showering us with gorgeous rays. More time outside and more time for saunters.

What we heard: the endless siren of the ambo

What we tasted: the asphalt, after tripping during a zigzag along the yellow lines

What we smelled: the sweetness of the overhanging pink buds

What we touched: each other’s hands: his softly plump, mine sunkissed too long

What we saw: The enormous orange excavator scooping hunks of earth into a rock crusher


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Vivian Romero

I want to activate the urban imagined: stimulating, healthy and sustainable spaces for all (especially the young and young at heart).

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