It is time to code in the garden and my friend, the "benteveo" appears. It's a pleasure of spring. During his working day, pollinated some 200 flowers that will later become food for me and for

Here where the hearts move the stones and everything takes quantum status, in the forest of Carilo, here I received the visit of a Biguá, it seems that he found a treasure that human eyes do not see. I

Searching for my destiny I came across these Benedictine eggs and vegetable crostata, and decided to listen to Loreena McKennitt on Sunday morning: the book of secrets, and the forest brought me aromas

Who do I write this to? Alone in the forest, with the Moon watching, thinking of the moment it was caught by the gravity of the Earth. The air smells of summer flowers and sea, and Venus did not belong

All witches night at Carilo, far southatlantic cost of Argentina, the end of the world, love, passion, mistery

First he asked me food, he eats leftovers, but I am cooking for him now, and my goal is to change some words with him in the near future. I named him "Nevermore", in tribute to Edgar Alan Poe,