One second is all you need to see your life change.

There are moments in life where time stands still, and for a split second, your heart stops beating you. Then everything returns to move, but you know that something has changed and nothing will ever be the same.

Then we tend to want to return to that previous state where tranquillity and ignorance reigned, where everything was fine. But we are unable to return as the experience is burned into our brains, and we cannot forget what happened, especially if through deception, the deception of someone you trusted.

 
That's when anger comes, tears, fear, doubt and pain. It is then, when we are most vulnerable, that we become stronger, we grow. That's when, after struggling viscerally against what your heart, shattered and broken yells at you when you get up and start walking again.

Never forget that second when the world stopped. Go on, but don't forget ... learn, grow, walk. And thank that after all, another day the sun rises.

The host of Seraphim (Dead Can Dance)

Here are some pictures from the last week at Algeciras. These are from last Friday night when I went with my mum and Rafa to La Carboneria, a lovely roaster restaurant in which we took dinner.

Aquí tenéis algunas fotos de la semana pasada en Algeciras. Estos son del viernes pasado, cuando fui con mi madre y Rafa a La Carbonería, un encantador restaurante asador donde cenamos aquella noche. 

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Prendas adorables en Titis Clothing + SORTEO!

Hola a todos!

Hoy os quiero presentar (si no la conocéis ya) la nueva colección de Primavera/Verano de Titis Clothing, una preciosa marca murciana que me tiene robado el corazón.

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MissRobin Fanzine: The Youth Issue

Hi there!!

Just wanted to show you today the second issue of MissRobin Fanzine, in which you can read an interview I made to the always gorgeous Elsa Billgren... enjoy it!

Hola a todos!! 

Sólo os quería enseñar hy el segundo número de MissRobin Fanzine, en el cual podéis leer la entrevista que le hice a la siempre fabulosa Elsa Billgren... disfrutad!

Now's the only time I know

Hi all!

I'm spending a few days in Algeciras seeing my family and friends ... and you cannot imagine how it has been raining here!

I personally like the rain, and I could use it to brand my boots, Mel, by Melissa, a gift from my mother last Christmas.

Hola a todos!

Estoy pasando unos días en Algeciras viendo a mi familia y amigos... y no os podéis imaginar cómo ha estado lloviendo por aquí!

A mí personalmente me gusta que llueva, y he podido aprovecharlo para estrenar mis botas Mel by Melissa, regalo de mi madre la pasada Navidad.

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And so I decided I will never be a silly sheep

When I was 4 years old, we had a costume party at my school in which each class should be an animal. My class were white sheep, but at that time my mum didn't have the money for buying me a white fabric, so she used a black one we had and made me this black wolf costume. 

That day, nobody in my class or school would play with me as I was a wild animal. The one who hunters hunt, the one who eat sheep and cattle, the one which was used as moral in fairy tales, the one who ate Little Red Riding Hood.

The other kids laughed at me, refused to sit next to me and even let me eat alone in a huge dining table of our school. During all day. And I cried, cried alone as I felt so different and wanted to be with the, as I was only a little girl.   In the photo, you can't see it properly but my eyes were red as I spent half of the day crying.

But at the end of that day, with only 4 years old, and after spent all day alone in school; I decided I WOULD NEVER BE A SHEEP. I would never be the same as them; I would never try to be a part of the pack, I would be who would be out of the pack and would be free to decide for me.

And so it's been like during all my life. I'm not a silly sheep, and so you're not too. Be free. Express yourself, love yourself. 'Cause the beauty of life is being different between us, not the same pieces of the puzzle.

Cuando tenía 4 años, tuvimos una fiesta de disfraces en mi escuela, en la cual cada clase debía de ser un animal. Mi clase eran ovejas blancas, pero en ese momento mi madre no tenía dinero para comprarme una tela blanca, por lo que utilizó una negra que teníamos y me hizo este disfraz de lobo negro.

Ese día, nadie en mi clase o la escuela jugó conmigo, porque yo era un animal salvaje. El que los cazadores cazan, el que come ovejas y ganado, el que fue utilizado como moraleja en los cuentos de hadas, el que comía a Caperucita Roja.

Los otros niños se reían de mí, se negaron a sentarse a mi lado y me dejaron comer sola en una enorme mesa de comedor de nuestra escuela. Durante todo el día. Y lloré, lloré sola porque me sentía tan diferente y quería estar con elos, ya que era sólo una niña. En la foto no se puede ver bien, pero mis ojos estaban rojos por haber pasado la mitad del día llorando.

Pero al final de ese día, con sólo 4 años de edad, y después de haber pasado el día sola en la escuela, decidí que NUNCA SERÍA UNA OVEJA. Yo nunca sería igual que los demás, nunca trataría de ser parte de la manada, yo sería la persona que estaría fuera de la manada y sería libre para decidir por mí.

Y así ha sido así durante toda mi vida. No soy una oveja tonta, y tú tampoco lo eres. Sé libre. Exprésate, ámate a ti mismo. Porque es bello en la vida ser diferente entre nosotros, no las mismas piezas del rompecabezas.