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Every action creates a reaction. Every wind creates movement. Every small stone thrown into the lake becomes a celebration.


There are moments when a simple act of change triggers so many things at once that we don’t even have time to think whether they are good or not so good. But in some way, they are: movement.


The Wind That Hits Your Face…

A simple “no” opens so many blocked paths that I often wonder why I didn’t do it sooner. And if it’s always this simple, what causes so many mental blocks? What creates the barriers that keep the wheel from turning, new things from happening, and old concepts from fading away? The solutions may be within everyone’s reach, but perhaps we need to go through more winding— and consequently more painful — paths. Maybe that’s how we learn to truly value the final achievement.


There is no real joy in what is simply handed to us without effort, persistence, or sweat… at least, that’s how I see it. Feeling the sweet pleasure of being free and making our own choices is far more meaningful when we’ve known the opposite. So, do we need to suffer to understand pleasure? I don’t know. I only know that when we find the way out at the end of the tunnel, everything becomes clearer and more obvious — and that feeling of freedom we experience is as intense as the wind hitting our face, whether on a motorcycle, a bicycle, or even a simple bus.


 
 

When things go nuts.

When you are going through hell.

When you think it’s too much to handle.

When you can’t believe what you’ve heard, watched, or read, something so retrograde.

When you’re in shock at what humans can do to one another.

When you see someone deeply immersed in brainwashing.

When you reach a point where it feels like there’s no way things will get better.


Art Can Save the World. Period.

Well, my friends, I can say there is a solution for all that feeling of powerlessness: ART.

 

Art can literally save the world.

Art raises questions, promotes awareness, and creates emotional impact on levels we sometimes can’t reach otherwise.

Art, no matter the medium.

 

Art can save the world.

 

So make more art.

Even when the world screams the opposite.


Art Can Save the World. Period.

 
 

Stop here if you don’t like woo-woo stuff.

If you’re open to it, join me in this reflection on the year.


Let’s Ride This F**** Horse
I had to create this image - the complete opposite of how I am feeling right now thou ;)

2025 was the Year of the Snake, which symbolizes intuition, transformation, and—most of all—rebirth and renewal. I don’t know about you, but for me, it absolutely was.


The shedding of skin was so powerful that I’m ending the year dealing with a very hard-to-handle flu—fever, pain, exhaustion—right during New Year’s Eve week. All the plans I had (and I have them every year) to clean my closet, organize my documents, get my life aligned and synced with my resolutions… all of that went out the window.


Well, c’est la vie.


Even though I crave the physical act of clearing space—and, by extension, clearing my mind—I’m choosing to accept and release the need to control everything and plan obsessively, as a good Capricorn tends to do.


I might be spending New Year’s Eve high on fever instead of prosecco, but I still welcome 2026—the Year of the Horse and, according to numerology, a number 1 year, full of energy, passion, and transformation.


More? Well… I guess.


2025 showed me how tired I am of suffering and constantly proving that I’m strong. Honestly, I’m good. I’m ending the year feeling awful, ugly, exhausted. Maybe this is the snake skin peeling.


I hope.


At least this next transformation isn’t starting from ground zero. It’s beginning from a fire already lit in 2025—inch by inch, layer by layer—transforming, rebirthing, and getting ready for what’s coming next.


Let’s ride this f**** horse. 🐎

 
 
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