In the quiet moments of fleeting time, you will meet someone who loves you. It will not be in grand gestures or thunderous declarations, but in the gentle cadence of their care. They will be there, always, right before you ask, tending to the little things that make your world whole. Together, you will run through the summer, where the air is too light to hold the weight of your worries. In the shimmering heat, light will both guide your way and obscure your vision, but in their presence, you will find clarity. Amidst the shallow breaths and the endless … Continue reading You will meet someone …

In a world dominated by rituals and traditions, I find solace in prayer. However, my way of praying is unconventional, as I do not adhere to the usual practices. Instead of folding my hands or bowing my head, I pray openly, with my mind intertwined in crosswords. With every step I take, I feel connected to a higher power that surpasses human limitations. My faith lies not in a tangible being, but in the splendid distraction of nature – the majestic trees, the boundless sea, and the profound questions that surround our existence. When I pray, I am not confined … Continue reading My prayers …

Racism is a poison that seeps into the very fabric of our society, corroding the bonds that connect us as human beings. It goes beyond the skin, beyond the physical, and infiltrates the depths of our souls. It festers like a sickness, gnawing at the core of our emotional well-being, leaving scars that may never fully heal. The burden of racism weighs heavy on the hearts and minds of those who are its targets. It inflicts wounds that are not easily seen but are deeply felt. It erodes the sense of self-worth and belonging, leaving behind a trail of pain … Continue reading On Racism

The time is almost here, a whisper carried on the winds of time, echoing through the corridors of existence. My time is almost here, as the years have come and gone, leaving their footprints in the sands of memory. The seasons have changed over and over, painting the world in hues of transformation, a testament to the ever-turning wheel of life. Things have changed, like the shifting tides of the sea, and people have changed, like the dance of shadows in the twilight. And I, too, have changed, evolving with the rhythm of the universe, sculpted by the hands of … Continue reading I hope for better days …

I don’t want to write about love. It’s a thorn in my side, a wound that refuses to heal. I don’t want to reminisce about the days when love was a warm embrace, a gentle whisper in the dark. Too many tears have stained my pillow, too many dreams have turned to dust. I don’t want to tell you about the moments when love was a beacon of hope, a spark in the darkness. How it could consume me, overwhelm me, leaving me breathless and dizzy with emotion. How it could make me feel alive in ways I never thought … Continue reading I will not write about love. Not anymore

Hello, my name is an immigrant, and I apologize for the sharp edges of my broken English that may cause your ears to bleed. I struggle to articulate myself, feeling as though my mouth is attempting to consume an entirely different language. If you are not content with my presence here, I urge you to go back from whence you came. I exist in a state of invisibility, working three jobs just to make ends meet. So many nights have been spent under the shelter of bridges, causing some to question if I am a mere troll. These desperate circumstances … Continue reading Hello, my name is immigrant

My clothes, I want to tear them up! I want, plucked from fleshly prisons. Living in the light of the immortal stars, Holding to all the stars! From dusk till dawn, my garments wrap around me like shackles, stifling my existence. However, I yearn for freedom, to break free from the constraints of these earthly garments. With every step, my body is enveloped in fabric, suffocating my spirit. But why should I be bound by these garments when the universe holds limitless possibilities? My desire to rip them apart grows stronger with each passing day. They confine me to a … Continue reading My clothes

Shall you depart due to hunger’s call? Does the rumbling of your belly hold sway over your heart? Shall you abandon me for the sake of garments to adorn your form? Behold, my treasure troves brim with exquisite linens! And if thirst consumes your being, fear not, for my bosom overflows with nourishment. It is yours, and yours alone, to quench the parched desires that dwell within. The intoxicating ecstasy of your love courses through my very being, akin to honey dissolving in water, a potent elixir infused with aromatic spices. It is as wine mingling with water, merging seamlessly, … Continue reading Are you hungry?

My mom, she was a fortress, a wall, and her faith fed her with hope. At that time, I couldn’t understand her with all her dogmas and beliefs, maybe I was so immature, so selfish to feel things differently. Living in her own skin, the sum and experience of another time. In the end, we are just women crushed by a sexist culture without mercy.  From my earliest memories, my mom was always there for me. Her presence in my life was like a sturdy fortress, providing me with a sense of security and protection. She never wavered in her … Continue reading My Mother

In his extensive work “World Disorder,” Moniz Bandeira highlights the three mantras of the USA, namely, “one world-one empire,” “dominate all spheres,” and “destabilize governments that oppose them.” The modus operandi of achieving these goals has evolved over time. Instead of relying solely on military coups, the USA now employs a more subtle approach, utilizing key institutions such as parliament, the judiciary, and the press to achieve their desired outcomes. This was exemplified in the case of Dilma Rousseff’s impeachment, where these tactics were effectively applied. To begin with, the concept of “one world-one empire” encapsulates the USA’s aspiration to … Continue reading Moniz Bandeira