Apesar das ausências, das más notícias, das saudades, das neuroses, dos erros e dos boicotes, da falta de açúcar ou de sorte, dos excessos de sal, dos medos, das prisões, das palavras, da intolerância à lactose, ao próximo, da insatisfação com o trabalho, com a política, com o amor, com o espelho e com o outro lado dele, vivemos e temos que viver. A vida, com todas as suas imperfeições e lutas, nos obriga a persistir. É através desses desafios que encontramos a essência da nossa existência, a força para seguir em frente. A cada dia, enfrentamos inúmeros obstáculos, mas … Continue reading Apesar

Will you leave me because you’re hungry? Are you ruled by your belly? Will you leave me because you need something to wear? I have chests full of fine linen! Will you leave me because you’re thirsty? Here, take my breasts! They’re full to overflowing, and all for you! The thrill of your love spreads through my body like honey in water, like a drug mixed with spices, like wine mingled with water, as my blood into your veins… In the depths of our connection, I offer you everything I have, everything I am. My love is a boundless reservoir, … Continue reading Leaving

La vita non t’insegna ad essere forte, te lo impone. E non gliene fotte un cazzo se hai studiato e imparato, ti interroga ogni santo giorno. La vita è un maestro severo, che non concede tregua né indulgenza. Ogni giorno ci mette alla prova, ci sfida a trovare la forza dentro di noi, a resistere alle tempeste che ci travolgono. Non importa quanto abbiamo studiato o quanto abbiamo imparato, la vita ci pone sempre nuove domande, ci costringe a confrontarci con l’ignoto, con l’imprevisto. In questo incessante interrogatorio, scopriamo la nostra vera essenza. La forza non è qualcosa che si … Continue reading Maestri

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…

You, whose outer countenance belies your inherent value; you, great philosopher, who still maintains inheritance. You, who embodies the vision of blindness, who, deaf and dumb, reads endless depth, always haunted by a lofty mind. Oh Seer!, Prophet! Who the fact affects, and to whom we seek in any way, throughout your life, trapped in the darkness of the pit. You, on whom flows the Source of Existence, that enslaves while you justify the renewing of a new age, a presence impossible to ignore. What is this hole we sink into every day in this foolish battle among our prejudices … Continue reading Prophet

Love is the prayer that the birds sing at dawn, a melodious offering to the universe that awakens the soul. It is the gentle caress of morning light, a warm embrace that promises the beauty of a new day. Love is the essence of blessings that weaves itself into the fabric of our lives, decorating our days with moments of grace and joy. It is to feel the color and weight of the bonds that tie us to one another, a tapestry of connection that is both vibrant and profound. Love is the knowledge that our reflection in life’s miracles … Continue reading Love

It’s the smallest habits shape the fabric of our lives.. The way you greet the morning light, the tenderness with which you speak to yourself, the books you immerse in, the shows that capture your imagination, the people you choose to share your energy with, and those you allow into your sacred space—all these choices weave together to define your existence. Each morning is a fresh beginning, a chance to set the tone for the day ahead. Treat yourself with kindness and compassion, for your inner dialogue creates the foundation of your self-worth. Select your readings and viewings with intention, … Continue reading Small, tiny …

I am like this, a bit of a princess, a bit of a frog, a bit of a queen, a bit of a servant, slightly tired, always tense. People like me understand, understand a lot, they read themselves and read into others. Curled up within myself, I am fine; it’s with the world that I fight. I tell myself stories, I give myself fairy tales. I like to smile, rarely, but from the heart. I suffer quietly and remain still, even though I carry all my emotional earthquakes within. I take a deep breath and say things I regret I … Continue reading A bit of me

Learn to put on your bracelets and zip up your dresses by yourself. There will be times when you will be alone, and in those moments, your independence will be your greatest ally. Embrace the solitude, for it is in these quiet times that you discover the depth of your resilience. Get on a long plane ride. Look out the window and marvel at the immensity of our world. Understand your insignificance in the grand scheme of things, but also recognize your absolute importance. You are a unique thread in the vast fabric of the universe, and your presence matters. … Continue reading Simple Rules

I know I exist because you imagine me. I stand tall because you believe me to be tall, and I am clean because you look at me with kind eyes, with a pure gaze. Your thoughts make me intelligent, and in your simple tenderness, I am also simple and kind. But if you forget me, I will be dead without anyone knowing. They will see my flesh alive, but it will be another man—dark, clumsy, wicked—who inhabits it. In the quiet spaces between your thoughts and my existence, I find my being defined by your perception. Each glance, each consideration … Continue reading Death in Oblivion