My love was born in a land of mystery where water flows in midnight tresses, so free this skin, a canvas of forest and Eastern light a redwood dye of history, woven so right. It’s not my own, but a legacy of toil from my mother’s hands, from the earth’s rich soil glass bangles sing, a melody in the air hoisting baskets of life, with grace and care. This land, it holds the moon and sun so dear with fruits so sweet, and eyes so kind and clear strong hands, gentle hearts, a rhythm so pure, a pulse that beats … Continue reading Brasil

You cannot feed the hungry with statistics. Numbers and charts do not warm empty hearts, nor fill empty stomachs. Hunger is a silent lament, a cry that echoes through quiet streets and dark alleys. It is in the outstretched hands and hopeful eyes that we find the true essence of humanity. Each piece of bread, each sip of water, is a symbol of compassion and solidarity. For those who feel the pain of hunger, solace does not come in the form of tables and reports. It comes in simple gestures, in warm smiles, in acts of kindness that transcend cold … Continue reading People are not numbers…

In the sanctuary of a heart torn by decisions, their voices echoed like a chorus of ancient scribes. “Leave,” they intoned, their eyes inscribing volumes that transcended mere speech, crafting narratives of guilt and tomorrows yet unseen. Each whispered word became a brushstroke painting a future veiled in somber shades, where every pane was obscured by the burden of unwritten stories and unspoken reasons. Yet amid the cacophony of voices and the grayscale visions they spun, there surged a defiant rhythm—a pulse of life untamed. It was the heart’s own symphony, a melody of whispers and sketches, of songs and … Continue reading The Language of Love

The world is still and quiet, a canvas waiting for the strokes of inspiration. Two hours before dawn, two hours to craft a poem that defies the ordinary. I’ve penned countless verses before, only to discard them in pursuit of a new beginning, unburdened by the weight of expectations. This time, I seek to transcend clichés and break free from the chains of repetitive patterns. I yearn to unravel life’s mysteries, to astonish myself with the beauty of uncharted words. Is it futile to weave yet another poem about love? The first rays of the sun emerge, offering a mere … Continue reading At 4 a.m.

I am transcribing the rhythm of my heart onto these pages, etching the echoes of my soul onto the delicate parchment, so that one day, long after I have departed this world, my essence will linger, as tangible as a stack of composition notebooks. In every word, I weave the tapestry of my being, each sentence a brushstroke of my existence. I pour my dreams, my fears, my triumphs, and my vulnerabilities into these pages, creating a symphony of emotions that will resonate through time. I am etching my spirit onto the fibers of these pages, creating an indelible imprint … Continue reading My heart onto the pages …

You, with your hero’s complex, envisioning yourself as Superman or perhaps a more bruised and boozy Iron Man, imagine I need saving. How absurd that notion is! Do you realize how ridiculous it sounds? I could recount the countless crises I’ve weathered, emerging each time unscathed, but such a tale would bore you, for it stretches too long. Never once did I seek your help. Yet, you keep searching my eyes for a flicker of helplessness—something you crave to witness before offering your love. True, we all have our moments of weakness, but as adults, we are never truly helpless. … Continue reading Please, don’t attempt to rescue me.

The romance concluded. The moon slumbered. The carnival came to a close. The rent came due. The full stop emerged. The situation turned bleak, and life ventured off to Paris, Rome, Guinea-Bissau, Marrakech—somewhere on the map, devoid of any glamour, or perhaps to a small bar at the corner of nostalgia. Life continued somewhere. Reluctantly, I decide to follow the ellipses life has laid out. I find it unfair that life moves on without waiting for me to be ready. This was a new sensation, but my complaint was futile. I must move forward… With strength to counter all illusory … Continue reading With sugar, please

The sky darkened on that fateful day, mirroring the storm within me. I cried that day, and you never knew. The tears flowed silently, like a river hidden beneath the ice. You were always oblivious to the turmoil churning inside my head, your eyes blissfully unaware of the tempest that raged within. I had hoped, perhaps foolishly, that you would see me, truly see me. But it seemed as if you counted on my steadfast heart instead, knowing I would always be true. My loyalty was my prison, a chain that bound me to your side, even as my soul … Continue reading That day I cried…

In the hush of dawn, as the world still lay wrapped in the tender embrace of night, I found myself bathed in the soft glow of the early morning light. It was at this magical hour, when dreams hang delicately in the air, that I turned to him with a gentle request. His eyes, filled with the warmth of countless shared moments, met mine as he softly asked, “How much more?” The question danced in the silence between us, a prelude to the words that would follow. With a smile that spoke of secrets only the heart can hold, I … Continue reading Just a little bit more than eternity by your side …

I went through life stumbling in my daydreams, lost in the slow dance of time, craving simplicity, and shunning the weight of the world. I stumbled through each day, intoxicated by weariness and the need for rest. I let weariness become my companion, intertwining it with the fabric of my existence, blurring the lines between everyday life and despair. I found myself suffocating in the emptiness of voids, surrounded by people and things that only added to the weight on my shoulders. In the midst of my sadness, I sought solace in brief moments of sleep, repeating the same chapters … Continue reading Reveries …