The Architect of My Dreams.

The Architect of My Dreams.

I close my eyes and the first sound that comes to mind is not the traffic of present-day Caracas—which now lies miles away—but the rhythmic clang of a trowel against the concrete…

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Between Control and Surrender
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Between Control and Surrender

Life seems to exist somewhere between control and surrender. Too much control, and you suffocate the moment. Too much surrender, and you lose direction. The…

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