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

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

She looks at him jump up on the horse. With very bent knees in the short stirrups and the reins … More

“Maybe that’s what you are supposed to do. Write about feelings.”, he says and continues; “Everyone has their thing.” Months … More

We are sitting inside Apartamento in Güemes and the tall sommelier in all black with the unhelpful attitude has just … More

Be careful is the advice he gives me but I know it’s already too late I’ve already decided to live … More