Desire is language overrun. Spilled paint. A mouthful of fruit. I have changed the canvas. Show me the delicate flowers. Enact. I have pulsed from red to depth blue. Blood flower. This is poetry searching through skin. Damp. Rhythmic. Imaginary. Shh. A woman must split herself for this. Fragrant poppy. Pillow book. Sliced apple. I paint a name blushing red. Silence the canvas. Refuse you. I write out the forbidden syllables. This has everything and nothing to do with skin. I’m writing past you. Desire is white heat. Blue veins blistering. Thirsty. Wanting. Reopening. Scent blossoming. Skin burning to a … Continue reading Desire is…

“You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…You are a shit.” — #FridaKahlo, from a letter to Diego Rivera   Continue reading Frida Kahlo

I’ve written this before, but I would say this is universal for both male and female. Your first love teaches you, it molds you, it breaks you and turns you into the person you will eventually be. It gives you a taste of what being in love can be. It sets the path, and the tone, it sometimes shatters your heart into pieces, but sometimes it also heals it. Your first love fills that void, that emptiness that was there before you met that person. It makes your dark days bright, and your boring days worthwhile. Your first love changes … Continue reading First love…

In a day where exterior is inferior to interior. Where everyone is stepping on each others feet to climb up that latter. Who you are as an individual does not matter.   In a day where most of us are blind with our eyes wide opened. Consumed by today’s ever growing technology and social media, trying to fit its criteria.   In a day where we are defined not by who we are or what we know, but rather by who we know and what we own. It’s a sad state of affairs when everyone is trying to compare.   … Continue reading In A Day

I got lost within what I still am. No commas that paused me or weak verbs. It was intense. I always solved the present until there was, even when the cold in the belly continued and the butterflies remained there flapping their wings without flying away. Only inside me. I am a pit of contradictions when I am in your sea of predictable emotions. I pack my bags in line with my cravings, I keep my nostalgia in a pocket and jump from the train without worrying about the way to go, not the size of the fall. What can … Continue reading I got lost…

Bury me with the red leaves flying off the trees shower me with the words you spoke in your sleep bathe me so the water grazes my skin like your lips kiss me with the passion I so dearly miss……❤ Continue reading Bury me…

And all I can think of life … And in silence until the words keep quiet, they are not as typhoon, instead, are breeze, They are not lightning, thunder and strong wind are silent clouds floating on blue sky made cotton candy They take from north to south my reverie Hide my sunshine, Clench my horizon and wake my storms, But so shy that they only carry torrents Inside of me… ❤ E tudo que posso pensar da vida… O que dizer fica, os amores perdidos, o nó na garganta quando dissemos adeus, a saudade incomensurável dos olhares daqueles que … Continue reading And all I can think of life …

It is necessary to make room for the soul It must be dream and desire There is to love the freedom. But … To see from far should be taken to those who lend a helping hand! Because only … To see from far, it can only be … A sad solitude, wildness love! Affection is light that the wind carries… Continue reading …making room

Every day, Without rest or tiredness, I move one or two pieces In that strange puzzle of life   I embrace The constant puzzle A mission unfulfilled. And it opens up itself the light to vision, When I take a break, For a moment, In front of a piece moved Which required me to reason   I look back The movement of the history I suffer from mistakes, discouragements I risk steps, I make breaks I try to target my destiny I seek in my memories hugs, sensations, Fragrances and I keep them within me Effects, reasons and causes In … Continue reading Puzzle …