When longing no longer found solace in waiting, farewell whispered its silent departure. My body, once a vessel of vibrant life, now stood empty, a hollow shell devoid of its Soul. In this void, I poured my loneliness into words, each syllable a fragment of my solitude. I became an urgent poet, driven by the pain that time had bestowed upon me. Every moment of suffering transformed into verses, each line a testament to the ache that had become my constant companion. Through this pain, I found my voice, a voice that spoke of longing, loss, and the relentless passage … Continue reading A Poet’s Journey

Some days, she dons the armor of a warrior, her spirit fierce and unyielding. She faces the battles of life with a strength that seems unbreakable, her eyes burning with determination. On these days, she is a force to be reckoned with, a beacon of resilience and courage. Yet, there are days when the weight of the world bears down on her, and she feels like a broken mess. Her heart aches with the scars of past wounds, and her spirit falters. Tears may fall, and doubts may creep in, but even in these moments of vulnerability, there is a … Continue reading The Warrior Within

Listen, my dear, Life, like a fragile bird, perches upon your shoulder. It is precious, fleeting—a delicate dance of moments. You must grasp each one, every little whiff of existence that passes by. It will not be easy; certainty eludes us. Not now, and not in the vast expanse of your unimaginable future. But do not be surprised. Instead, embrace the stiff winds that sweep across your path, and ascend the lonely heights with courage. Remember your name. Etch it into the fabric of your being. Never turn away from the bright course simply because it is hard. No, my … Continue reading Watch Everything

Every morning, as the first light spills gently across the room, I want to rise with a heart so full it nearly bursts. My goal is simple, yet profound: to wake up feeling overwhelmingly thankful for the kind of life I’ve created for myself. Not just grateful in passing, but deeply, soulfully aware of the beauty I’ve built—brick by brick, choice by choice. I want to stretch into the day knowing that peace lives in my bones, that joy isn’t something I chase but something I’ve cultivated. That the people around me, the work I do, the quiet moments and … Continue reading Grateful 

A idade não é um problema. Por si só, ela é apenas uma medida do tempo que você testemunhou passar — uma prova viva de que você sobreviveu até aqui. E isso, por si só, já é um feito digno de respeito. Há contas que ninguém mais vai pagar. Há bocas — pequenas, carinhosas bocas — que você ajudou a criar, que precisam ser alimentadas, beijadas. Elas vivem em rostos com olhos que só enxergam em você a fonte de sustento, de afeto, de direção. Há caminhos que precisam ser percorridos, mesmo quando não há acostamento, nem área de descanso. … Continue reading Idade

She woke up with the weight of the world on her shoulders and a silent soul. The coffee cooled in the cup while the city outside roared, demanding presence, posture, courage. But that day, courage was a luxury. And strength? A distant, almost mythical concept. Still, she rose. She dressed as if putting on armor. Applied lipstick like painting a war flag. And walked out the door. Because she had learned, through stumbles and scars, that you’re not always strong — but you must look like it. You’re not always brave — but you must pretend. Not out of vanity. … Continue reading Blood in the Water

You sit alone with your bleeding heart,In the silence of your screams—Not the kind that echo through rooms,But the kind that tremble behind closed eyes. You wonder how you will ever be whole again.The world feels like a mosaic of shattered glass,Each piece a memory, a wound, a whisper. So caught up in the parts, you forget the sun.You forget that light still exists,Even when your hands are too full of fragments to reach for it. You don’t realize… Those times your heart has been brokenWere not endings, but openings—Cracks where the light could seep in. Those moments you’ve had … Continue reading A Beautifully Broken Soul

Celebrating my birthday with myself In the year 2000, time was a mischievous thief, stealthily pilfering the vibrant threads of my youth. My stories, though seemingly counterfeit, held the truth of my beauty in girlhood. I was a wildflower, braless and free, dancing like dervish petals in the spring breeze. My smile was as refreshing as lemonade, and my dresses were short, embodying the essence of pink and warm honey. I was a collection of bones, fragile under the weight of insecurities, yet radiant with the glow of youth. Today, my chin is softer, my hands bear the marks of … Continue reading Letter to the Young BeatrizWritten in 2010

I want to talk about what happened.Not to relive it, not to drown in its echo,but to honor the truth without letting it consume me. There has to be a way.A way to trace the outline of the pastwithout coloring it in with sorrow.To speak of the stormwithout summoning the thunder. I’ve learned to care for the woundslike sacred pages in a book I no longer read aloud.They exist. They mattered.But they do not define the chapters ahead. To name the pain is not to invite it back.It is to give it shape, so it no longer shapeshifts in the … Continue reading Quiet Courage

Amidst the ebb and flow of life, we find ourselves drawn to the familiar, like moths to a well-worn flame. Those old doors, creaking with memories, beckon us back—a silent invitation to step into the warmth of what once was. Behind them lies a sanctuary of comfort, where time stands still and nostalgia unfurls its sepia wings. The scent of an old jacket, the crackle of yellowed photographs—these fragments stitch together a softening memory. In that suspended moment, we become like cameras, desperate to capture the seconds, to hold onto the embrace of familiarity. But life insists on movement, on … Continue reading Nostalgia: Lessons in Letting Go