Today I write to thank you — not for the achievements, nor for the sunny days, but for the silent cleansings you perform in my soul. Thank you for freeing me, whether with gentleness or with storm, from those who do not deserve my affections. You know, for a long time I gave too much. I scattered affection like someone casting seeds to the wind, hoping that one might bloom. But not every soil is fertile, and not every heart knows how to welcome. I have learned that affection is precious, and it should not be given to those who … Continue reading Dear Life,

Não apenas no toque, mas na presença que permanece quando o silêncio toma conta da noite. A cama pode ser ocupada por qualquer pessoa, mas o coração não se entrega a qualquer companhia. Ele guarda segredos, pulsa por quem sabe ser mais que instante, por quem entende que amar é deixar marcas que não se apagam. O corpo pode se perder em abraços passageiros, mas o coração exige raízes, exige verdade. Ele não se satisfaz com o efêmero; deseja o eterno. Porque ser inesquecível não é estar, é permanecer. É ser lembrança que aquece, mesmo quando o tempo insiste em … Continue reading Seja inesquecível…

Shall you depart due to hunger’s call? Does the rumbling of your belly hold sway over your heart? Shall you abandon me for the sake of garments to adorn your form? Behold, my treasure troves brim with exquisite linens! And if thirst consumes your being, fear not, for my bosom overflows with nourishment. It is yours, and yours alone, to quench the parched desires that dwell within. The intoxicating ecstasy of your love courses through my very being, akin to honey dissolving in water, a potent elixir infused with aromatic spices. It is as wine mingling with water, merging seamlessly, … Continue reading Hunger

Love is the prayer that the birds sing at dawn, a melodious offering to the universe that awakens the soul. It is the gentle caress of morning light, a warm embrace that promises the beauty of a new day. Love is the essence of blessings that weaves itself into the fabric of our lives, decorating our days with moments of grace and joy. It is to feel the color and weight of the bonds that tie us to one another, a tapestry of connection that is both vibrant and profound. Love is the knowledge that our reflection in life’s miracles … Continue reading Love

When someone comes to you with a dream that dances on the edge of possibility and impossibility, you hold within you the power to shape their journey. You can choose to join the chorus of voices that urge them to abandon their dreams, or you can become the beacon of belief they desperately need. You can be the one who stands apart, the one who believes in them. In the grand web of life, the creation of greatness is not solely the work of the exceptional individuals who bring them to fruition. It is also the echo of love and … Continue reading Make part of a dream

I am like this, a bit of a princess, a bit of a frog, a bit of a queen, a bit of a servant, slightly tired, always tense. People like me understand, understand a lot, they read themselves and read into others. Curled up within myself, I am fine; it’s with the world that I fight. I tell myself stories, I give myself fairy tales. I like to smile, rarely, but from the heart. I suffer quietly and remain still, even though I carry all my emotional earthquakes within. I take a deep breath and say things I regret I … Continue reading A bit of me

It’s the smallest habits shape the fabric of our lives.. The way you greet the morning light, the tenderness with which you speak to yourself, the books you immerse in, the shows that capture your imagination, the people you choose to share your energy with, and those you allow into your sacred space—all these choices weave together to define your existence. Each morning is a fresh beginning, a chance to set the tone for the day ahead. Treat yourself with kindness and compassion, for your inner dialogue creates the foundation of your self-worth. Select your readings and viewings with intention, … Continue reading Simple and Smallest Habits

L’amour amer ne deviendra jamais sucré par la force de votre volonté. Lâchez prise et acceptez que certaines choses, certaines personnes, ne sont pas faites pour durer dans votre vie. L’empathie est une qualité précieuse, mais elle ne changera pas les pierres en or. Le temps, tout aussi précieux qu’il soit, ne transformera pas le poison en miel. Soyez courageux, faites confiance à votre instinct et choisissez de vous entourer de ce qui nourrit votre âme et élève votre esprit. Prenez soin de vous, car vous méritez un amour et un bonheur authentiques, sans compromis. Lâchez prise, et ouvrez-vous à … Continue reading Si c’est toxique, laissez-le aller. La vie est trop courte pour s’attarder sur ce qui nous empoisonne. Arrêtez d’attendre une mauvaise situation pour vous sentir à nouveau bien, car le véritable bien-être commence par la libération.

Na pressa dos dias, entre telas que piscam e corações que se distraem, o amor parece ter virado artigo de museu. As pessoas colecionam encontros como quem acumula curtidas, e a solidão se disfarça em sorrisos rápidos. Mas há quem insista. Quem ainda acredita que riqueza não se mede em cifras, mas em olhares que se reconhecem. É nesse século apressado, onde ninguém ama ninguém, que o verdadeiro amor se torna um tesouro raro — uma contradição luminosa. Ele não precisa de palco, nem de plateia. Vive nos detalhes: no café que esfria porque a conversa aquece, no silêncio que … Continue reading Riqueza mesmo é ter um amor verdadeiro no século que ninguém ama ninguém…

Era uma tarde qualquer, dessas em que o sol parece mais contemplativo do que quente. Sentado no banco da praça, seu Joaquim observava o vai e vem das pessoas com a serenidade de quem já viu o mundo girar muitas vezes. Ao seu lado, um menino brincava com um carrinho de plástico, ignorando o tempo, o cansaço e até a gravidade. — A vida é estranha — murmurou Joaquim, mais para si do que para o menino. O garoto não respondeu, mas o carrinho parou. Como se tivesse ouvido. Joaquim continuou: — A gente chega sem nada, luta por tudo… … Continue reading Crônica: O Peso do Nada