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My 26th birthday
Today is my 26th birthday. This morning I got my first period since I have been pregnant. I have lived without it 26 months. It's a funny coincidence that I got my actual first period in the morning of my 15th birthday. Life is a curious thing, full of coincidences.
In this moment, inside my home, Fauna and Fabia are sleeping a nap, Manfred builds up a coil sitting at the dinning table while my sister Mónica reads a book lying over the sofa (her bed). This morning I woke up to a table covered with beautiful things to unpack and later we went to celebrate the breakfast. It has been a slow lazy day so far. It is rainy and windy outside. Just like I like it.
There is a magic smell floating in the air. It means nothing but it gives the taste of atmosphere. I am feeling really happy and grateful. I don't expect anything more. Because it is already perfect.
Manfred gave me this amazing jacket as my birthday present. It comes from Sasas Vintage, Mannheim.
Worn 75. The last golden days.
How to look like a farmer without having a farm. Combine the next elements: blue overall, brown leather cowboy boots, autumn background.
There you have it.
Worn 74. My 25th birthday and thoughts about it.
Today I reach a quarter of a century. Hopefully I will reach two more, maybe even three. It's strange how I feel: young, full of energy and visions, yet quite old. I feel calm as if I would have lived much longer. I'm not in a hurry to live life. I like to think that I still have plenty of things to go through. God and bad. Even things that are typically lived in the early youth. I won't press them to happen. I am patiently awaiting. Ready for the years that are to come. Totally satisfied with what have lived until now.
I have learned that I enjoy life the most when I give time to things. When I live slowly, taking whatever time is necessary to understand what I experience. Time to learn. Time to taste every little bite. Without pressure. Perhaps not everybody can do it that way. I guess is a luxury to have the possibility to live like this, so open. I feel fortunate about it.
Some people have told me that I am an old soul. Others, that I have an atemporal kind of beauty. Both seem great compliments to me. They represent my way of thinking: the extremes which coexist in one place, in harmony. The female inside the male, the male inside the female. The young inside the old, the old inside the young. The beauty inside the ugliness, the ugliness inside the beauty... Not the black nor the white, but the infinite shades in between.
Have a nice day. I will too.
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