Horses

I cannot see the dirt track that runs through the hills but I feel the softness of the lambswool when … More

Argentina

She says she reminisces a lot about Argentina and I do the same. I try to create something similar at … More

Between the pampas grass in the hills of Córdoba in the heart of Argentina I realise months later I left … More

Just like a dream. Riding through the pink pampas grass in the afternoon sun in the hills of Córdoba.

I can still feel the tenderness months after we met. Remember his eyes and how they looked at me. How … More

I sit in the jungle on top of one of the temples of Ek Balam. It’s about 10am and most … More

“Despacio [slowly]”, he says but our horses are nothing but. With pointed ears they prance around impatiently as they listen … More

Hans händer är stora och grova. De matchar inte den smala kroppen och de tunna armarna som döljer styrka som … More

Sometimes I wonder if I have ever written something real. If I’d be truly honest it’s hard. It’s a challenge … More

I’m riding underneath the stars in Argentina and long gone is his rigid mind and boring outlook on life. If … More