Soldiers In Jockstraps

great little signs of the universe (ph: Biagio Berardi - my father)

Easy Bmx Birthday Cakes

Hacia whence ...



Before crossing the ocean again, before re-set foot on Tierramérica querida, first to greet once again the land that bore me and watched him grow, including suitcases, bicycles, friselle and limes, I inaugurate this-my-blog. Despite being a loyal supporter of the thoughts written in ink on paper, as well as the romantic lover of letters correspondence, the choices that life or fate has called me to do I-force-to place tiptoed unknown universe of blog to share space and virtual time with people I love and, despite myself, I will away.
This space is a platform for exchange with loved ones and with new friends, a bridge to share the new steps and those cross, lost, found ... I like to open with a poem about STEPS, exactly. Written in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, in June 2005, when already caught a glimpse of a long and colorful route on the map of life where every day we have the chance to decide on a direction - HACIADONDE - ...:

hacia WHENCE

My feet carry stories

games,

dances,

travel

Each mold

a footprint

a different tune

penetrating these Honduras

corn

coffee

fruit

Each form

a rumor

a light whisper

pointing out where I went

and where it will go.