“O que a vida quer da gente é coragem.” — disse Guimarães Rosa, com a sabedoria de quem escutou o sertão e entendeu o coração humano. A vida não se explica, ela se sente. Vem com seus mistérios, seus ventos bravos e suas calmarias inesperadas. E diante dela, não há manual — há apenas o gesto de seguir em frente, mesmo quando o chão parece longe dos pés. Coragem, então, é esse ato silencioso de continuar. É acordar com esperança mesmo depois da dor. É amar sem garantias. É ser inteiro num mundo que tantas vezes nos pede metades. Guimarães … Continue reading Coragem

The soothing wind is coming from the plain, carrying with it whispers of change and renewal. As I sit to write my September poem, the breeze dances softly around my ears, a gentle reminder of nature’s embrace. Each gust brings with it the vibrant colors of the days, painting the world in hues of hope and promise. Spring is on the horizon, ready to drape my country in its lively palette. The air is filled with anticipation, as blossoms prepare to burst forth in a symphony of colors. I love September, for it is a month of transformation, where the … Continue reading September’s Gentle Wind

I know now, after sixty-two years old, that the finding and losing, the forgetting and remembering, the leaving and returning—never stops. It’s not a cycle. It’s a current. Life doesn’t loop; it flows. Sometimes gently, sometimes with the force of a flood. And in that flow, we are carried through moments that shimmer with clarity and others that dissolve into fog. We find people, places, pieces of ourselves—only to lose them again. We forget names, promises, even dreams. But then, unexpectedly, we remember. A scent, a song, a silence brings it all back. I’ve left homes, jobs, lovers, versions of … Continue reading Another Chance: A Chronicle of Becoming

The morning unfolded like silk—quiet, golden, and impossibly tender. My hand, still curled around the warmth of another, pulsed with a rhythm not my own. And in that moment, I learned something ancient and soft: love is not a grand declaration. It is a breath. A hush. A presence so delicate it nearly disappears. Love, I discovered, lives in the margins. It slips between subway doors, in the fleeting glance of someone departing—perhaps forever. It hides beneath our feet, in the dust of yesterday’s footsteps, in the things we forget to notice. A folded page in a book. A melody … Continue reading Chronicle of August 30, 2013

May you fall in love with someone who makes your soul sing, like a melody that dances on the breeze of a spring morning. Someone whose very presence turns the mundane into magic, whose laughter is the sweetest symphony that echoes in the chambers of your heart. May you find a love that feels like the first rays of dawn, gently warming your spirit and illuminating the darkest corners of your being. A love that is a constant reminder of the beauty in the world, a love that inspires you to be the best version of yourself. May this person … Continue reading A Love That Makes Your Soul Sing

The word “ugly” nullifies. It is a diagnosis: it is terminal. The word “ugly” says, you have no place in this story, except on the margins, except as a warning. Calling a child ugly: a sensitive human animal is to make them small, to diminish their existence with a grotesque comment. Meanwhile, dead writers tell us that beautiful girls are snow and flowers – all pale, pure, brief, voiceless. And yet the world is and always has been incorrigibly varied. Drunk on its own complexity. There are types of beauty not celebrated, but sung by life. The beauty of the … Continue reading The Beauty of Imperfection

A date that seems to float in the ether, untethered by specifics, yet heavy with meaning. Tonight, you are called to return to yourself, to that pure essence that once existed free from the imprints of others. Imagine a time when you were a child, or perhaps lost in a dream. In those fleeting moments, you were unburdened by the world’s expectations. You knew that having what you wanted felt good and made your life better. There were no issues of worthiness, deserving, or doubt. There was just peace and contentment. Babies are born knowing to seek comfort, love, connection, … Continue reading August something, 2012.

Time, an eternal river, flows ceaselessly, never aging, yet always moving forward. We were twelve, now eight, siblings bound by shared histories and dreams, each moment etching strength and persistence into our souls. Life was a labyrinth of complications and hardships, but within our unique world, we found solace in each other. Our stories, like ancient tiles in a mosaic, pieced together the essence of our being. The relentless grind of daily life forged us into true citizens, deeply rooted in the soil of existence. The old man, with his rough hands and stern lessons, taught us resilience: never to … Continue reading Eternal Bonds and Resilience

When did the skin on our bodies, the difference in our voice, or the direction our heart takes us decide whether or not we should have human rights? That question echoes like a drumbeat through history—steady, haunting, unrelenting. It was not asked when ancient hands first reached out to help a stranger. It was not asked when children laughed in languages unknown to one another, yet understood through play. It was not asked when love bloomed in defiance of borders, norms, or expectations. But somewhere along the way, someone decided that pigment was power. That accents were ammunition. That love—if … Continue reading Our Humanity

When it is but it is not love, it masquerades as passion, a fervent flame that consumes rather than warms. Some of us love badly, or perhaps we mistake the intensity for love. This love implodes, folding in on itself, devouring its essence. It turns the sweetest wine into the bitterest poison, misbehaving in the sanctity of shared spaces. It drinks deeply from the well of insecurity, kisses strangers with lips that should be faithful, and returns to your bed at ungodly hours, reeking of the world outside. This love asks about your past, not out of curiosity, but jealousy. … Continue reading August 28, 2014