Tag: tales

  • The older we get, the more we are our parents

    The older we get, the more we are our parents

    Everything I criticized about my mother I see now in myself. My hands adopt the same sleeping position as my dad’s, I learned to cook my mom’s soup, I even laugh like them and fold my shirts the exact same way she does. Many of opinions have their closed and traditional tendencies, even though they…

  • Do we need cities?

    Do we need cities?

    Conversations with a cockroach I couldn’t sleep the other day. It was four in the morning already and no signs of sleepiness were showing up. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t tired. I was exhausted and my mind started thriving, like one does at four in the morning. The reason for my insomnia? A dingy bar…