Among the sweets of adversity, let me tell you, there are not many. Yet, the sweetest, the most precious, is the lesson I learned about the value of kindness. In the darkest hours, when the weight of the world seemed unbearable, it was the smallest acts of kindness that eased my heavy heart. A gentle smile, a helping hand, a word of encouragement—each one a beacon of light in the shadows. Kindness, I discovered, has a transformative power. It can soften the hardest of hearts, mend the deepest of wounds, and bridge the widest of divides. It is a universal … Continue reading The Value of Kindness

Deep in our hearts, there exist sorrows so profound that they defy the confines of language. These are the sadnesses that linger in the shadows, too vast and intricate to be captured by mere words. They swell and surge, like waves crashing against the fragile shores of our souls, leaving us adrift in a sea of unspoken emotions. The alphabet, with its 26 letters, feels woefully inadequate in the face of such overwhelming feeling. Each letter, each word, seems to fall short, unable to encompass the depth of our pain. We reach for poetry, for the solace of verse, but … Continue reading The Unwritten Sorrows

Le murmure de la mer résonne comme un chant ancien, une mélodie douce-amère qui raconte l’histoire de tant d’âmes perdues dans le bleu pur et infini. Ces innocents, inertes face à la volonté humaine, dérivent loin de leur patrie désolée, volée et violée. Les mains qui leur ont arraché l’or, la foi, la dignité, les observent maintenant se noyer sans pitié, indifférentes à leur sort. Chaque vague qui se brise sur le rivage porte avec elle les échos de leurs souffrances, un rappel poignant de l’injustice et de la cruauté du monde. Sous le ciel étoilé, la mer devient le … Continue reading Le murmure de la mer

From the steps of the public spaces, my heart spills ink onto the page. It’s a brilliant autumn day, and I’m wrapped in a white dress, a small neck scarf fluttering like a secret. Children blow bubbles, capturing sunlight in iridescent orbs. Rainbows glide across their fragile surfaces, and suddenly, I am a child again—innocence reborn.I close my eyes, surrendering to the symphony of the world. It’s no longer just light; it’s a dark pink, reminiscent of strawberry candy. The sun’s warmth still kisses my eyelids. Coins clatter as hurried footsteps pass, and buses wheeze, their exhaust blending with the … Continue reading Autumn’s Echo: Letters Written with Closed Eyes

Wrap me in the delicate folds of your touch, like paper transformed by the hands of an artist. Each crease, a testament to your passion, each fold, a secret whispered between us. You, the origami master, shaping me into an ornament of desire. Your fingers, once gentle, now rage across my skin. They become scissors, slicing through my defenses, revealing the vulnerable core within. My legs, once whole, are now fragments, sharp as knives. Every surface of my being bears the marks of your artistry. And the fruit—the forbidden fruit—we taste it together. It’s ripe, ready to burst, releasing its … Continue reading Origami Whispers

I am an excitable person. Life, to me, is a symphony—a crescendo of emotions, a dance of stardust. I don’t merely exist; I sing existence. My heartstrings resonate with the poetry of moments, and reason? Well, reason tiptoes behind, trying to keep up. Facts and intuition—they waltz within me. I am gifted at both, but I refuse to let them cage my spirit. Possibilities stretch before me like an infinite canvas, and I wield my brush with audacity. Limits? They dissolve like sugar in warm tea. I am a wanderer of wonder, a seeker of the marvelous.Reality? It knocks politely, … Continue reading Manifesto

Em meus espaços vazios, onde antes ecoavam erros e angústias, agora florescem sementes de transformação. Despi-me das camadas superficiais, revelando minhas cicatrizes e vulnerabilidades. Não há mais medo da própria face no espelho; apenas aceitação e curiosidade. Movida por uma força interna, reuni os fragmentos dispersos. Alegrias se entrelaçaram com decepções, criando um mosaico colorido de experiências. As loucuras que antes me assombravam agora são minhas aliadas, lembrando-me de que a sanidade nem sempre é o caminho mais interessante. Renovada, sou como um livro aberto, páginas viradas pelo vento da vida. Metade preenchida, mas a outra metade permanece em branco, … Continue reading Prosa de Autorreflexão

Amidst the cacophony of their narratives, we stand at the crossroads of defiance. The architects of this fragile edifice peddle their wares—ideas wrapped in gilded promises, histories rewritten to suit their designs, wars waged with ink and blood, weapons forged from fear. They weave a tapestry of inevitability, urging us to surrender our autonomy, our dissent, our very essence.Yet, remember this: We are the many, the collective heartbeat of resilience. Their dominion rests upon our acquiescence, our complicity. They crave our validation, our silent nods, our blind obedience. But we—the dreamers, the dissenters, the quiet revolutionaries—we harbor a secret. We … Continue reading A World Reimagined

July 9, 2013In the quiet of my room, I stand before the mirror, stripped of pretense and artifice. The glass reflects not just my physical form, but the contours of my soul—the questions etched into my being, the scars hidden beneath skin.My parents, unwitting guides on this labyrinthine path, bore the weight of my inquiries. Their faces, etched with love and uncertainty, held answers and silences. They stumbled over the complexities of existence, their voices faltering like fragile wings against the tempest of my curiosity.“Why?” I asked them, my voice echoing through the years. Why did I feel love for … Continue reading Reflections in the Mirror