I am not here to be a mere spectacle, a pretty adornment for wandering eyes. I am not interested in being easy on the eyes, a fleeting beauty to be admired and then forgotten. I want to be more than a passing glance, more than a fleeting moment of admiration. I want them to flinch, to think twice before they reach out with their callous hands before they dare to bruise. I want to be a force, a presence that demands respect, that commands attention and reverence. I want to be a constant reminder to men that not everything is … Continue reading Free soul …

Life is a journey filled with twists and turns, obstacles, and challenges that we must face. As we walk along our path, we are bound to stumble, to fall, and to run into walls that block our way. Disappointment and betrayal may come our way, and with them, pain. It’s inevitable, like the rain that falls on our heads. But just as we can’t escape the rain, we can’t escape the challenges of life. What we can do, however, is learned to get wet. We can learn to face the rain with open arms, to embrace the discomfort and the … Continue reading Let’s dance in the rain …

Before you kiss someone for the first time, just wait. Take a moment to truly see them. In that fleeting instant, they are a canvas of undiscovered emotions and unspoken desires. Their essence is so new, so unfamiliar. Right now, you don’t know how they taste, how their hands will press against your skin, or how they’ll breathe in that intimate moment. This is a singular instance, one that won’t be repeated. Look at them, wanting, with a hint of apprehension in their eyes. They are embarking on a journey into the unknown, just as you are. In their mind, … Continue reading Take a moment …

I am the ink that flows from the pen, the words that dance upon the page, I am the architect of my own world, building castles in the sky. I am the poet, weaving emotions into verse, capturing the essence of life in every line, I am the silent witness to the world around me, drinking in the beauty and the pain. I am the lover, embracing all that is wild and free, fighting for love and for justice, I am the breath of life, the beating heart, a vessel of hope and resilience. I am the dreamer, reaching for … Continue reading What am I?

“I already gave you my body, my joy, I stopped my blood when it boiled. Listen to the voice I have left Look at the vein jumping See the drop that lacks the outcome of the party. Please, let alone my heart It is a pot full of hurt, And any inattention, do not! It may be the drop of water…” In the symphony of my being, I have offered you the melody of my existence, the dance of my joy, and the rhythm of my soul. I have surrendered the very essence of my being, the vessel that carries … Continue reading That song by Chico Buarque

Dans les recoins silencieux de mon esprit, j’ai profondément réfléchi, lutté avec le fardeau de l’existence, et pourtant, je ne me suis pas accordé la gravité que je mérite. Mes pensées, comme des graines plantées dans un sol fertile, se sont établies et ont prospéré, imprégnant mon regard d’intention et de lucidité. Elles se sont enracinées dans le sol fertile de mon essence, m’ancrant dans une détermination résolue qui dépasse la fatigue qui tire sur mes membres. Car en moi, il y a une source d’espoir qui propulse mes pas en avant, une lumière radieuse qui surpasse les ombres qui … Continue reading Dans les recoins silencieux de mon esprit

Love, these words spill from my pen to confess that I am losing my grip on the familiar anchors of my existence. The clarity that once guided me is slipping away, like the flickering flame of a candle in a vast, cavernous room. I am adrift in uncertainty, much like a body losing its footing in the depths of unfathomable waters. The once solid ground beneath my feet has given way, leaving me to navigate the murky depths of my emotions with a sense of unease. Like a candle struggling to hold onto its light, I find myself grappling with … Continue reading Losing …

Sometimes it’s just a throb, a whisper of possibility lingering in the air. A pinprick of light in the distance, beckoning like a siren’s call. It feels like slipped silk through the fingertips, a sensation that quickens the pulse and sets the feet in motion. It’s the beginning of an obsession, a magnetic force pulling you ever closer. You find yourself sitting at the open window, gazing at the elusive dream just beyond the boundary of your fence. The true meaning reveals itself when you take that first step—act swiftly, for it won’t linger indefinitely. The story begins as a … Continue reading Flowing …

Aime-moi, murmure le vent doux de la nuit, comme une prière silencieuse qui s’élève vers les étoiles. Aime-moi, non pas timidement, mais avec la passion brûlante d’un feu qui consume tout sur son passage. Aime-moi, et que la force de ton amour dissipe toute crainte, car dans tes bras, tout sera bien. Contre cet amour, qui oserait lutter ? Car lorsque je me sens enveloppé de ton affection, je deviens invincible. Ferme les yeux, laisse-toi emporter par la douceur de ce sentiment qui nous lie, et aime-moi. Aime-moi comme dans mes rêves les plus fous, où l’amour est pur et … Continue reading Aime-moi …

There are days of such profound anguish when I am lost in the depths of my own soul, uncertain of what lies within, or what I seek. I question if the dream still resides in me if faith has slipped through my trembling fingers. This anguish sprouts from the very soil of my being, A part of me, inexplicably intertwined with my essence, A force that seems to consume my entire existence, Leaving me in a state of bewildered disarray. It crushes my spirit, entangles my thoughts, spinning my world in a disorienting whirlwind, leaving me grasping at the fragments … Continue reading Days of anguish …