Every day is a back-and-forth, a rhythmic dance of arrivals and departures. Life, like the train station, is a place of constant motion and repetition. Here, the platform is a stage where stories unfold, where people come to stay, their presence a comforting constant. Others, like fleeting shadows, will never go, their essence lingering in the air. There are those who yearn to return, drawn by the magnetic pull of memories and familiar faces. Some find solace in staying, their hearts anchored to the station’s pulse. Others come merely to observe, their eyes capturing moments like photographs, their hearts untouched … Continue reading Farewell

Non è che ti amo come si amano quelli che se lo ripetono ogni giorno, cento volte. Non ti amo come chi manda un messaggio in tarda sera, tra parole e nessuna spiegazione. Non ci riuscirei, io ti amo con gli occhi, col cuore, con gli abbracci, con tutto me stesso. Io ti amo da lontano, ti amo mentre ti guardo, con le frasi più stupide. Ti amo con il sorriso. Il mio è un amore più grande di tutti, tenendo conto che ogni giorno è più bello del giorno prima, ma meno di quello dopo. Il mio è un … Continue reading Io ti amo.

I write to forget, to forgive, to remember. Each word I pen down is a step away from the shadows of the past, a gentle release of the burdens I carry. In the quiet of my thoughts, I find solace, a sanctuary where memories are both a balm and a lesson. I write to feel, to steal a feeling, a moment from someone else, something I have never felt but yearn to experience. Through the ink, I live a thousand lives, each one a tapestry of emotions, woven with threads of joy, sorrow, love, and longing. It is in these … Continue reading Writing for Wholeness

Just as the sunflower surrenders to the sun, nurtured by its golden embrace; just as lips yield to a kiss, touching the heavens of the mouth and heart; or like a letter destined for awaited eyes, the boat surrenders to the ocean, letting itself be carried by the whims of the wind and tides. Unspoken words find their path and way to confess, to say that tomorrow is a certain risk worth investing in the sweetness of meeting, in the warmth of plans, in the sum of togetherness. Surrender is this: the ringing of bells, butterflies in the stomach, a … Continue reading Surrender and Poetry

She navigated the depths of her own forgotten truths, those that her heart once inspired like perfumes in days gone by. She sought the salvation of others while losing herself in her own labyrinth. Her hands, always ready to dry others’ tears with sweet words, couldn’t contain the sea of sadness that drowned her. In her stories, she got lost, weaving plots where she saved heroes but saw herself as the villain. She became a poet, adorning herself with illusions, unable to distinguish the carnivals of her fantasies from the white days of reality. The false narratives of the past … Continue reading Eternal Poetry

With the magic of rivers in her chest, she wrote to unburden her pain, to sustain it in hope. She knew that anguish could not be killed, for it carried signs that save us and grant us an ontological flight. Enchanted by words, she distinguished between the soft and the hard ones, using them to empty her incendiary soul and create beauties. Her favorite pastime was to feel. In a world where people prefer to buy rather than feel and like, she drenched herself in feeling. She plowed the past, appeased ghosts, and faced subterranean mischiefs. Her fantasies protected her … Continue reading The Alchemy the Words and Feelings

Gosto de quem oferece oportunidades como quem abre janelas para o sol entrar. De quem cede o lugar, respeitando o tempo e o espaço do outro, como uma dança harmoniosa entre almas. Gosto de quem chega com a suavidade de uma brisa e parte com a promessa de um retorno, sabendo que a vida é feita de encontros e despedidas. Admiro aqueles que conhecem seus limites, mas nunca deixam de acreditar na magia da vida. Pessoas que me ensinam com humildade, que me permitem aprender sem arrogância. Gosto de quem se revela sem medo, enfrentando as vicissitudes da vida com … Continue reading A Beleza das Pequenas Coisas

Cup your hands around the emptiness, feeling its weight and texture. Let it seep into your being, becoming a part of you. Embrace the void, fall into it with grace, and let it shape you like clay in the hands of an artist. Light candles to guide your way, lanterns to illuminate your path, matches and campfires to warm your soul. Follow the light, let it fill you, until you are brimming with its brilliance. Let the darkness within you collapse, giving birth to something new and radiant. Growing up is a journey of acceptance, of finding comfort in the … Continue reading Embracing the Void

I see futures in the quiet moments, in the spaces between words, where truth often hides. In the laughter that follows tears, in the resilience that follows pain, I see the paths you might take. Each choice, each hesitation, each bold step forward, they all weave together the tapestry of what could be. I see futures in the way you dream, in the hopes you dare to voice, and in the fears you keep hidden. The future is not a single destination but a myriad of possibilities, each shaped by your actions and your heart’s desires. In the stillness of … Continue reading Seeing Futures

Sometimes, I find myself trying to lift up the corner of my skin like a bed sheet, revealing the tangled knots, the deep-seated hurt, and the intricate histories that lie beneath. I expose these raw, vulnerable parts of myself, hoping for understanding, for connection. Yet, more often than not, my revelations are met with dismissal, as if my pain and my past are inconsequential. I strive so hard to temper my expectations, to shield myself from the inevitable letdowns that come from relying on others. But despite my best efforts, disappointment finds its way into my heart. People fall short … Continue reading The Fragility of Expectations