E’ piacersi, piacersi in quel modo speciale che coinvolge occhi, pelle, mente, magari, forse, chissà, anche un inizio di cuore che però si ignora per scaramanzia. E’ sapere che hai davanti a te non solo una persona, un corpo che trovi attraente, ma un mondo intero, nel quale desideri entrare sapendo già che sarà bellissimo da scoprire e del quale vuoi, in qualche modo, fare parte. E’ un lasciarsi scivolare dentro emozioni, sogni, desideri, parole, momenti godendo della loro unicità. E’ assaporare tutto questo con lentezza, per non bruciare niente, non sprecare niente, non perdersi niente, non sbagliare niente, non … Continue reading Speciale …

How small we are. How many days we live being as we must, thinking automatically, walking in the same direction… How many hours we spent counting our hopes in the middle of nothing. Because we don’t know how many lives we would have, or if we will be able to know which life we are or were living. It’s hard to realize that everything we build with our presence could fade away in a second. We remain in others minds and memories… But how can we last forever? Is there going to be a time when people forget about Aristotle, … Continue reading How small we are…

May you feel beautiful today. May you feel strong and brave and capable of becoming the person you have always dreamed of being. May your goals be reachable, your bad habits be kickable, your talents be usable and your heart be teachable. May you take negativity on the chin and refuse to harbor it within. May you be fierce in your pursuit of happiness, and maintain your composure when things don’t go your way. May you be kind and gracious, even when it requires more effort. May you take less for granted, and remain thankful for the big AND the … Continue reading May you never give up…

Insomnia, my darling I could stay in your arms for hours I could burn myself in the thought of you I could drown myself in this abandonment but my dear let me go dip my tired body in the sea of Morpheus…😔 Continue reading Insomnia

And she said to him, ‘I look around me and all I can see is pain. I see pain living in people’s eyes, in their lungs, in their bones. You can see that it hurts for some people just to breathe, and when winter comes and the wind touches them, you can see their bodies cringe as it enters the cracks of their broken soul, forcing them to face all the pain they’ve been trying to avoid. And some people are in so much pain that when the wind pierces their skin, it doesn’t touch them at all; it goes right … Continue reading Love…

Os versos não são como se acredita, sentimentos apenas (estes nós os temos em demasia), mas são experiências. Para fazer um verso deve-se ver muitas cidades, seres humanos e coisas; deve-se aprender a conhecer os animais, sentir o voo dos pássaros e saber o gesto das pequenas flores quando se abrem ao amanhecer. É necessário recordar os caminhos já percorridos por lugares desconhecidos, encontros inesperados e despedidas pressentidas, os dias da infância surgidos de forma estranha, seguidos de profundas e graves transformações; os dias transcorridos sós e silenciosos; as manhãs perto do mar; pensar nas altas horas da noite cheias … Continue reading Entre versos e desatinos…

Fell down to my knees in front of an honest sky and truth, with its piercing crown of light, tore at my skin  and told me to stand. Slowly, slowly, I stood, inhaled dusk. The clouds, those clouds, how softly they supported my spine. And these years old boots, with nicks and bruises, still determined to carry me another day … another night… other dreams…❤ Continue reading To my knees…