Time contains us and defines us all. From our crawling to our aging. Time equals person. Person equals senses. Senses equal understanding. Understanding equals language. Language with a soul.

Because words resonate for me with a whole world of meanings and create universes of awakening and truth, I wanted, from my own post, from my own daily life—daily life of observation and inner analysis—to write these 77 texts.

Seventy-seven short stories or tales, which capture all that we have thought but forgotten. That we have felt, that we have wondered about, that we have sought and loved… but perhaps we have forgotten out of cowardice. Those that we have feared and perhaps do not dare to confess even to ourselves. Those we did not know how to articulate, yet were spoken when we found ourselves through them.

In an era where there is no movement of ideas but rather movement of rules, lifestyles, and behaviors. In a world that is a constant hiccup of consumption, I believe that these texts are messages of touch, awakening, empathy, solidarity, and above all, forgiving love.

The greatest battle we have to face is between what we feel and what we "know"... A battle we never left but returned to because perhaps we are erased answers to critical questions. Because we forgot that our peaks belong to and end at the foothills of our memory... Ultimately, "we are what we have forgotten," perhaps?