Before I poured my soul into poetry, I harbored a fervent energy that urged me to venture into realms unknown. It beckoned me to undertake endeavors that elevated my spirit, that tore me open at the seams, and ignited a flame within me, allowing me to dwell within myself without longing for more. At last, my fingers met the page, and in that moment, I discovered a profound truth: bliss does not reside in escape, but in immersion, in acceptance, and in embodiment. Many wander through life as strangers to themselves, never truly embracing their own essence. It’s imperative to … Continue reading Into poetry …

Nowhere to run. No secret trap doors. No meditating it away. No hiding out in the present moment. The only way out is through. Into the arms of the beloved, in whatever form he or she happens to take. Into our own arms, and into the unresolvable mysteries of separation and union. Perhaps there are none which are sweeter. And fiercer. And darker. And filled with light… In the labyrinth of life, where escape routes are illusions and shortcuts mere fantasies, we find that the true path is the one we walk with eyes wide open. There is no evading … Continue reading Let us Face the Music and Dance

She spoke with a wisdom that resonated deeply, “If we cannot revel in each other’s poetry, then there is nothing here. You cannot share the intimacy of another’s body each night and fail to find beauty in their language.” For in the whispers of our words, in the verses of our souls, lies the true essence of connection. To intertwine with another is to embrace the symphony of their thoughts, the cadence of their emotions, and the melody of their being. It is to cherish the artistry of their expression, to find solace in the verses that dance from their … Continue reading Body language

Eu confesso que já andei perdida neste mundo de meu Deus, sem destino, às vezes nem sentia os meu pés tocar o chão (acho que vou escrever uma canção sobre isso). No labirinto da vida, é fácil deixar de lado quem somos. A rotina nos engole, as obrigações se acumulam, e, sem perceber, começamos a nos afastar de nós mesmos. Cada passo dado em direção aos compromissos cotidianos nos leva mais longe de nossa essência, de nossos sonhos e desejos mais profundos. É uma jornada sutil e silenciosa. Um dia, olhamos no espelho e a pessoa que nos encara de … Continue reading Se perdendo e se achando

I painted smiles to adorn my silence. With eyes tightly shut, I whispered secrets of enchantment, confessing to the moon and stars. And oh, how I danced like a mad soul, chasing the elusive pulse of love, even when reason deemed it unnecessary. But in your absence, my emotions grew feverish, aching for your touch. They ignited a rebellion within my reveries, setting passion ablaze amidst the shadows. Each smile became a brushstroke, a vibrant hue against the canvas of solitude. I dipped my soul in laughter, hoping it would echo through the empty corridors of longing. The closed eyes … Continue reading Absence

Even religion cannot perceive the sins of men. Even belief cannot comprehend the disarray of society. Everything is power, and nothing satisfies. What is the balance of our existence? Can time be hurried? Is it allowed to build illusions? What is your level of adaptation? Is it in learning daily? Or by standing still, remaining indifferent to what surrounds you? Are we mutable or learners? Are we reason or emotion? What moves your existence? In the intricate tapestry of life, we grapple with questions that have no easy answers. Religion, in its myriad forms, seeks to decode the moral codes … Continue reading Search

At the end of my life, no, you will not weep,For I will have loved, deeply, in gentle steps,I will have danced and sung in the rain,I will not fear the silence… In the twilight of my days, tears will not fall, for my journey will have been one of quiet, profound love. Each step, a testament to the small, yet significant moments that filled my heart. I will have embraced the rain, letting its rhythm guide my dance, and lifted my voice in song, unafraid of the world’s gaze. Silence will be my companion, not a void to be … Continue reading At the End

Doze anos que meu pai partiu, seu jeito de cabra macho, mãos firmes… já no final dos seus dias mal conseguia enxergar, sinto tanto a sua falta, velho Mané! As memórias se entrelaçam como fios de saudade, os momentos compartilhados ecoam no silêncio do tempo. Seu olhar, outrora tão penetrante, agora se perde nas sombras do esquecimento. A saudade é um vazio que se alastra, uma ausência que pesa nos recantos do coração. As histórias que contava, os conselhos sábios que sussurrava, tudo isso se torna mais precioso a cada dia que passa. As lembranças se transformam em luzes suaves, … Continue reading Mané do Dico

Unlove me, for I am but a silent and fragile wanderer, lost among the autumn leaves, feeling the weight of the world in each raindrop that falls. These words, they cut and choke, blinding my eyes in windows that reflect a weariness with the world. Disarm me with your smiles, unlove me for the shameful mistakes that stain my soul. Let the sunsets and goodbyes bleed me, as I leave home and forget about the promise of spring. For I am dying of love, suffocating under its weight. Unlove me, release me from the chains of affection that bind me, … Continue reading Unlove me …

As the years unfurl before me, I come to realize that it is not the grandiose or the extraordinary that truly sustains us, but the simple, everyday blessings that weave the fabric of our lives. It is in these unassuming moments that we find the most profound reasons for gratitude. The gentle caress of the pure air as it fills our lungs, the silent strength that allows us to draw breath after breath, and the comfort of a warm and welcoming shelter. It is the embrace of our loved ones, the laughter that fills our homes, and the nourishment of … Continue reading Simple things that nurture me …