What is truer than truth? Answer: the story.

I'm surrounded by young people. I'm always now the oldest and the shortest person in the room.

Sisters: talk to each other, be connected and informed, form women's circles, share your stories, work together, and take risks. Together we are invincible.

He had only to touch me to turn my tears into sighs and my anger to desire. How accomodating love is; it forgives everything.

Only that, nothing more - a tiny beam of light to show some hidden aspect of reality, to help decipher and understand it and thus to initiate, if possible, a change in the conscience of some readers.

We all have an unsuspected reserve of strength inside that emerges when life puts us to the test.

She was considered timid and morose. Only in the country, her skin tanned by the sun and her belly full of ripe fruit, running through the fields with Pedro Tercero, was she smiling and happy. Her mother said that that was the real Blanca, and that the other one, the one back in the city, was a Blanca in hibernation.