Time is going somewhere beside me. Floating.
I'm walking following my path. Only forward.
I met my Life as a stranger. As a little inexperienced girl. As somebody greedy adventure.
I got some. I got every single day of my Life as a hudge sack of knowledge. Respecting with all my heart all of my teachers. Respect the most important people in my Life.

Canada.
I used to say my second home. I promised to never come back here again. And I came back 3 times after those words.
So don't say words Paula again, because they are just words.
Don't limit yourself.

People born stupid, but don't die stupid.
You met me stupid, you will never find me stupid again.

I'm in the Forest. I'm super extra out of myself. Flying somewhere forgot about my body.

But as ALWAYS I'm colecting. Colecting memories. colecting thoughts. colecting feelings. colecting impresions. colecting good words. colecting smiles. colecting touches. colecting LIFE.
And once I will be back. I will open the sack and let all go. Let go! Let spread! Let be! BE! Be free! Be beautiful. Be incredible. Be good. Be happy...


I always needed to be this good one.
I always needed to be this brave one.
I always needed to be this smart one.
This independent and involved one.
This beautiful.
This crazy and mature.
This one.

I chose that way. I'm happy.

Life is complicated. People are so difficult... I'm so ambiguous.
I'm black, white and grey. In one time.
I'm the cold, hot and perfect.

Everybody does.




Look. And smile. Another second of a Life. is happening... NOW

I'm leaving Guatemala City today.
I had a hard time in Latin America. Bitter-sweet Life.
We, with Ron, met many really good people. Who made us amazed and smiling. I'm thankfull to all of those people. They let us sleep in their houses, they work places. They bought us a meals, ice-creams, offered a water, gave us a lifts. If not they that trip would be not possible. They made our way going further with belief of a good world. World that every day is wort it to get out of bed.
We met also not good people. Who took all of our things. Who stole a hudge part of our Lifes. But they will never cause that we will forget about this part.

We shared our stories, even with the fact that I'm not too much sharing person last times.

Latin America will stay deep in my heart.


Every time ending means beggining.
And Life still will stay that way...

There is really no time for being upset. No sense for being angry.
You may loose the last important moments, because you will not notice, that they are just here, at your fingertips, on your doorstep.

I love Life. I feel Wind.
I want to be myself.
I want to feel free.
I want to make people smiling.
This are my purposes. Remembering all of the times when a stranger smiled at me when I had fucked up my mood. And made me smile back. Because how not to smile back...

♥

"this moment. here. now." ! ♥ ! ♥

/p.s. I won't forget you! u silly.