I know I haven't been here for a while...

I know I owe you my stories about Cote D'Ivoire, Senegal, Morocco and Egypt...

I owe also my story about the PAI election...

Now I am in the road again...

After a successful and empowering conference in Cameroon, I cross Egypt and Lebanon and finally I am in Jordan...

However this posting is about some reflections that I need to scream out...

Enjoy...

Few sentences about my heart, my life and who I am…

I’ve been a happy person. In the middle of the rain of tears of my hard moments, I’ve smiled.

In my history, in the book that tells the tales of my quests, many names have been written with letters of gold. Those names left their essence in my days, in my thoughts, in my desires. I know new names are about to come, to be written, to leave their fingerprint in who I am.

In the path of my life I’ve learned that my heart is made of green crystal. Very often it has been broken, smashing itself to the floor, blowing up in thousands of pieces. With extreme patience I’ve never gotten tired of collecting them all, sad, sometimes crying a river, sometimes just staring at them in disbelief. I had put all and every part together, shaping them back into a heart using little melted hairs of gold. In such way I have learned that my heart becomes more beautiful each time it gets broken.

In such sense, I learned not to run away from what possibly can hurt me. I can’t say I am not scared anymore, I can’t say I don’t fear. I do; I do and I move, I always did, I always will.

Life is too immense for me to discover it all, but that is not going to stop me to keep on looking around. It never did, it never will.

Today my life is complete; today the empty spaces are accepted. Today I believe dreams, all of them, can come true.

Today there is enough space for visitors; today I am ready to love; today my life makes me who I am, and I like to be this one.