Can you believe exactly one year ago I was dreaming about this out loud: moving to Spain, speaking Spanish, eating tapas, drinking café bombón and dancing all the time. Hola! I’m here! Valencia, the city I lived and studied in twelve years ago. Home, again. I knew it then and I know it still: this is my vibe. The culture, language, people, food, music, lifestyle. You name it, I come home to it. I wear it like a glitter dress fitting me like a glove, baby. What excites me even

Before moving to dreamy holiday destination Spain, I’ve been holidaying in Brussels and Paris. My week in Brussels, delicious as ever, was filled with bike rides in the rain, movie nights somehow always involving Timothée Chalamet and dinner parties with dear friends. Still savouring that sweet taste left in my mouth and shivers of joy running down my spine when I think of Bruxelles, ma belle! Then, there was Paris. A valentine’s weekend getaway with seven girlfriends in the

Reality begins single whilst dwelling on one another and rejecting to live solo A few told me someone true unique and original (an obsession) seems to be scarcity Stuck in life is on this age hibernation Well you could waltz flattening space and time making all accessible to that new exclusive experience A relief at least finished frozen touch allowing to be re-animated deep fantastic artwork never satisfied with adoration The loneliest forever being regarded as storage darke

Take me away from here to a place where dusty roads touch the horizon sun sets in the late afternoon throwing stones shooting stars how about we leave we just go until there is no more Dusty Roads is inspired by my travels in Australia and the endless horizon, the wide open spaces, the vastness and pure natural beauty. This poem is published in my first poetry book 'Visions of Paradise'. Like it? Get your hands on a copy here!