Era um Château Margaux, agradável bebê-lo sozinho… embora a garrafa dissesse “compartilhável”, eu decidi que ela não sabia do que estava falando. Afinal, quem melhor do que eu para apreciar cada nota frutada, cada suspiro de carvalho francês e cada gota de uva que provavelmente teve uma infância mais feliz que a minha? A noite estava calma, o sofá receptivo, e o silêncio da casa só era quebrado pelo som do vinho se servindo — um glub-glub que soava como poesia líquida. Eu até considerei colocar uma música ambiente, mas achei que seria uma falta de respeito com o vinho. … Continue reading Château Margaux e o Silêncio

Poverty transcends the mere absence of money. It is a harrowing state of isolation, vulnerability, humiliation, and mistrust. It strips away the ability to distinguish between employers, exploiters, and abusers, blurring the lines until they become indistinguishable. It holds in contempt the simplistic illusion of meritocracy—the false belief that one’s efforts alone determine their rewards. It is the heart-wrenching knowledge that your mother, with her arthritic joints, relentless insomnia, and post-traumatic stress disorder, continues to work late into the night. She waits tables for less than minimum wage or pushes a janitor’s cart, cleaning the excrement-filled toilets of polished professionals. … Continue reading Poverty

A word of advice to all those who govern entire nations from the comfort of plush chairs, padded with money and steeped in power: come down here, to the real world. To all those who dispense teachings and encouragement from the golden pulpit of television, and to those who, hidden behind a microphone and perched atop a cloud of illusion, urge us to think positively and be optimistic: try living the reality we face every day. To the filthy rich who regret not having a “normal existence,” I suggest a simple leap outside your bubbles of privilege. Come and see … Continue reading Get your bearings, man!

The world will slap you in the face. You will be kicked in the teeth and you will ache in places where you did not know you had bones. You will bleed. This is certain because you are so small and you are no match. No, you will crawl in the dirt and you will starve for days and days. Your home will perish because nothing in the world is certain. Someday soon your mind will zip free like an uncoiling cassette tape. The black film will spin out of control and in your delusion you will feel so wonderful. … Continue reading Stand up!

In the universe of my own existence, I am a solitary pilgrim, always in search of what I will never find. I, who will never get used to myself, see myself as an enigma to be unraveled, an incomplete melody. The burning desire for the world, in all its rawness and magnificence, not to scandalize me, guides me like a compass of dreams and hopes. It is in the constant struggle between wanting to be and not recognizing oneself that my essence resides. The world, vast and unpredictable, stands before me as a challenge, and I, even without fully understanding … Continue reading My Universe

Success is a deeply personal and unique concept for each of us. Yet, we live in a society where success is often defined by external standards—by what others have decided it should be. One of the most common inner struggles I witness among awakening souls is the quiet, persistent feeling of “not being good enough,” rooted in fear of what others might think. Personal worth is still frequently measured by visible accomplishments—material possessions, exams passed, properties acquired, certificates earned, goals achieved, and targets met. More often than not, the greatest measure of success is how much validation and approval one … Continue reading February 4, 2015 at 11:14 PM

For I have seen it used as a balm for loneliness, a mask for desire, a promise made with trembling lips and broken by trembling hands. I have heard it in songs that fade, in vows that shatter, in stories that end too soon. And yet, I have seen it manifest so rarely—like a rare bloom that only opens under the right moonlight. Do not speak of it at all. Most people do not understand that love is not a word to be spoken—it is a presence to be felt. It is the silence between two souls who understand each … Continue reading Do not speak so lightly of love.

There comes a moment, quiet and unassuming, when you realize that home is no longer a single place. It’s scattered across continents, tucked into the corners of cafés where laughter once echoed, folded into letters never sent, and stitched into the smiles of those you’ve loved in faraway lands. You will never be completely at home again—not in the way you once were—because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. It will linger in the warmth of a friend’s embrace oceans away, in the scent of a street you used to walk, in the language that once felt foreign … Continue reading The Price of Belonging Everywhere

I was once a tornado, a volcano, an unstoppable force of nature. I roared through life with a wild, uncontainable energy, leaving traces of my fierce existence everywhere I went. Then, in a bid to root myself in the normalcies of society, I dug my feet into the ground, seeking stability and calm. But in doing so, I watched as my flowers grew dull and then fell off completely. I cried as my leaves turned brown and shriveled, mourning the vibrant spirit that once defined me. But now, oh now, the air is getting heavy and the winds are picking … Continue reading Indomitable Essence

I love from far away, enveloped in the mirage of longing. I love the deep, the torrents, the deserts, and I embrace my madness! I rise it as a beacon in the dark night, a flame that dances wildly against the shadows. I feel the rain on my skin, the blood coursing through my veins, and the songs that linger on my lips. Oh! Let no one impose pious intentions upon me; may nobody ask me for directions. May no one tell me, ‘Come here!’ My life is a storm that broke and lost itself in its own fury. It … Continue reading I Love From Far