Recently started a new account on Wattpad to start over and start writing stories. 

"The finest souls are those who gulped pain and avoided making others taste it"

"Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comforts of home and and friends. You are constantly off balance, nothing is yours except the essential things. Air, sleep, dream, the sea and the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it." 
I truly admire to travel a lot and I find it to be a devotion for life. Recently I've been in Peru, Lima and Cusco and as I was in Lima I visited Pamplona Alta which is a slum located on the outskirts and mountains of Lima. To see life like this was so disturbing.  How can some people think that the moon is going to be an adequate substitute although we haven't addressed ourselves to clearing up the slums? 
You'll find aspects of traveling and my mindset on traveling and issues of the poor throughout my stories.

English is not my official language so whenever you find any grammar or spelling errors please tell me so I can change it :)