Between the pampas grass in the hills of Córdoba in the heart of Argentina I realise months later I left … More
Category: Argentina
Dreamy
Just like a dream. Riding through the pink pampas grass in the afternoon sun in the hills of Córdoba.
Memories
I can still feel the tenderness months after we met. Remember his eyes and how they looked at me. How … More
Ek Balam
I sit in the jungle on top of one of the temples of Ek Balam. It’s about 10am and most … More
Despacio
“Despacio [slowly]”, he says but our horses are nothing but. With pointed ears they prance around impatiently as they listen … More
Kontraster
Hans händer är stora och grova. De matchar inte den smala kroppen och de tunna armarna som döljer styrka som … More
Authenticity
Sometimes I wonder if I have ever written something real. If I’d be truly honest it’s hard. It’s a challenge … More
Young and free
I’m riding underneath the stars in Argentina and long gone is his rigid mind and boring outlook on life. If … More
Moments
She looks at him jump up on the horse. With very bent knees in the short stirrups and the reins … More
Feelings
“Maybe that’s what you are supposed to do. Write about feelings.”, he says and continues; “Everyone has their thing.” Months … More