Non so se ho veramente trovato una risposta. Continuo a pensare – e ne ho conferme quotidiane – che è inutile sforzarsi di essere “altro” rispetto a quello che si è. È inutile illudersi di essere migliori, più forti, più intelligenti, più sensibili, meno egoisti, meno fragili e via dicendo. La verità è lì, sempre presente, a ricordarci che, a forza di fingere o di mentire, non solo agli altri, ma anche a noi stessi, si finisce col “perdersi di vista”. Come diceva Jacques Lacan, la verità di ognuno di noi emerge proprio nel momento in cui “balbettiamo” e la … Continue reading Verità e Imperfezioni

I look out the window with an affectionate gaze, contemplating the legitimate resource of love. I surrender, believing in this total commitment that brings benefits and satisfies my sentimental cravings. Love is worth any cloudy Monday, disastrous Tuesday, wordless Wednesday, rose-less Thursday, dreadful Friday. And on Saturday, we end up meeting at the corner bar to have a few drinks and catch up on all the stories that make love worthwhile. Love is worth even what’s not in the contract. It’s worth the effort of an undeserved hug, the tear of contentment, the slips of pure joy. The red, embarrassed … Continue reading What a wonderful thing called Love!

“All philosophies and scriptures echo the same truth: God dwells within the human body.” Do not regard your body as a mere lump of flesh composed of seven elements. It is a sacred vessel—a noble instrument. Within it reside all holy places, divine beings, sacred mantras, and the source of every extraordinary power in this world. God dwells in the body. He is as fully present in you as He is in the highest heavens. Why exhaust yourself searching for Him in distant places, when He resides in your own heart? Live your life as you normally would, but give … Continue reading Body

If one day you notice my fear, my secret, and my body shut away in this room, I ask that you forgive my heart for beating so harshly. It cries out for justice, for freedom, and for a better Brazil—far from the claws of fascism and its false prophets. Inside this room, where light barely reaches, my heart pulses with an urgency that cannot be contained. Each beat is a silent scream for a future where truth and justice prevail. I feel the weight of invisible chains trying to suffocate hope, but my spirit refuses to be tamed. There is … Continue reading If one day …

I stand here with steady feet,At the place where land and sea meet.I have myself—and myself is complete.Alone, and I do not care;I am enough to carry from here to there. Two feet, two hands, a solitary heart.Upon my shoulders, my burdens do not part.I do not wish for my day to rain less—Only that I might shed consciousness painlessly. Endlessly, the land stretches beneath me,The sky fills my eyes perpetually.I am at peace with my being,Yet still I seek meaning. Where I must go requires careful selection,For one step holds enough momentum to shape my direction.And once the path … Continue reading Here

Há mulheres que caminham contra o vento. Não por teimosia, mas por necessidade. Elas atravessam tempestades com os olhos cheios de histórias que ninguém vê, mas que estão lá — vastos, misteriosos, guardando sonhos que o tempo tentou apagar. São mulheres costuradas por dentro, não por linhas visíveis, mas por uma força que desafia o desmanche. E mesmo quando tudo parece querer desfazê-las, elas permanecem inteiras. Inteiras e silenciosas, como quem sabe que resistir também é uma forma de falar. O amor chega como quem promete abrigo, mas às vezes traz tempestade. Algumas dessas mulheres se moldam para caber no … Continue reading O Fio Invisível das Mulheres Fortes

It’s not easy. No, it’s never easy. If life were simple, devoid of pain, disappointments, and loneliness, it would lack the depth that makes it meaningful. The beauty of joy lies in the sacrifices we make, in the grazed knees and broken hearts. There are no fairy tales, no heroes performing grand deeds. Instead, there is the quiet determination of ordinary people who refuse to give up. Each of us deserves something, but it doesn’t come to us on a silver platter. We must chase after it, understanding that giving up means forfeiting our dreams. So, live life to the … Continue reading Life’s Challenges

It takes time for an original scoundrel to emerge. Just as nature meticulously crafts perfection in landscapes, so too is the creation of a truly rogue character a labor of time and artistry. This rogue, a master of lyricism, wields words as both his means and his end. With the penetrating gaze of a Nelson Rodrigues’ characters and the fervent passion of a Vinícius’ poetry, he is a man devoted to the sacred art of enchanting women. His dedication to words as instruments of temptation and invitation is unparalleled, possessing the precise subtlety needed to seduce the soul of a … Continue reading Scoundrel…

You say ‘amateur’ as if it were a dirty word, but let me tell you a secret: ‘amateur’ comes from the Latin word ‘amare’, which means to love. To do things for the love of it. I embrace my amateur status with pride. It means I am driven by passion, not by obligation. I am free to explore, to make mistakes, to learn and grow without the weight of perfection pressing down on me. My journey is not defined by accolades or achievements, but by the joy I find in the process itself. Every stroke of the brush, every note … Continue reading I am an Amateur

Please don’t cast me into the ordinary, as if I were a pebble on a forgotten path. I am not common; I am a constellation of stardust, a symphony of quiet miracles. When I say, “I love you,” let your gaze linger upon me, for in that moment, my soul stretches its fragile wings toward yours. Listen closely, as if deciphering ancient runes etched upon my lips, when I gather courage to ask you to share your love with me. It is then that I am most human, most raw—a fragile bridge between longing and belonging. Don’t mistake my openness … Continue reading In the Whispered Language of Souls