I love this town. Really. It's not only a rethorical affirmation: it's a deep truth.
I love the way I can observe myself from various points of view.
I can feel the vibrations of my soul while it is loving, suffering, sharing itself and living, as never has lived.
I love all these people who I'm coming across in my staying here.
And I feel a tenderness in my inner part when some of them is leaving the others.
Like today, that a magical creature named as the first woman, has shared with us her last moment in Oxford sitting a coffe after lesson. Saturday she's going to fly back in Argentina.
Another piece of heart overseas.
I'm learning to love.
I'm learning to suffer.
I'm learning to live.

Lorenzo.