Eu confesso que já andei perdida neste mundo de meu Deus, sem destino, às vezes nem sentia os meu pés tocar o chão (acho que vou escrever uma canção sobre isso). No labirinto da vida, é fácil deixar de lado quem somos. A rotina nos engole, as obrigações se acumulam, e, sem perceber, começamos a nos afastar de nós mesmos. Cada passo dado em direção aos compromissos cotidianos nos leva mais longe de nossa essência, de nossos sonhos e desejos mais profundos. É uma jornada sutil e silenciosa. Um dia, olhamos no espelho e a pessoa que nos encara de … Continue reading Se perdendo e se achando

I painted smiles to adorn my silence. With eyes tightly shut, I whispered secrets of enchantment, confessing to the moon and stars. And oh, how I danced like a mad soul, chasing the elusive pulse of love, even when reason deemed it unnecessary. But in your absence, my emotions grew feverish, aching for your touch. They ignited a rebellion within my reveries, setting passion ablaze amidst the shadows. Each smile became a brushstroke, a vibrant hue against the canvas of solitude. I dipped my soul in laughter, hoping it would echo through the empty corridors of longing. The closed eyes … Continue reading Absence

Even religion cannot perceive the sins of men. Even belief cannot comprehend the disarray of society. Everything is power, and nothing satisfies. What is the balance of our existence? Can time be hurried? Is it allowed to build illusions? What is your level of adaptation? Is it in learning daily? Or by standing still, remaining indifferent to what surrounds you? Are we mutable or learners? Are we reason or emotion? What moves your existence? In the intricate tapestry of life, we grapple with questions that have no easy answers. Religion, in its myriad forms, seeks to decode the moral codes … Continue reading Search

At the end of my life, no, you will not weep,For I will have loved, deeply, in gentle steps,I will have danced and sung in the rain,I will not fear the silence… In the twilight of my days, tears will not fall, for my journey will have been one of quiet, profound love. Each step, a testament to the small, yet significant moments that filled my heart. I will have embraced the rain, letting its rhythm guide my dance, and lifted my voice in song, unafraid of the world’s gaze. Silence will be my companion, not a void to be … Continue reading At the End

Doze anos que meu pai partiu, seu jeito de cabra macho, mãos firmes… já no final dos seus dias mal conseguia enxergar, sinto tanto a sua falta, velho Mané! As memórias se entrelaçam como fios de saudade, os momentos compartilhados ecoam no silêncio do tempo. Seu olhar, outrora tão penetrante, agora se perde nas sombras do esquecimento. A saudade é um vazio que se alastra, uma ausência que pesa nos recantos do coração. As histórias que contava, os conselhos sábios que sussurrava, tudo isso se torna mais precioso a cada dia que passa. As lembranças se transformam em luzes suaves, … Continue reading Mané do Dico

Unlove me, for I am but a silent and fragile wanderer, lost among the autumn leaves, feeling the weight of the world in each raindrop that falls. These words, they cut and choke, blinding my eyes in windows that reflect a weariness with the world. Disarm me with your smiles, unlove me for the shameful mistakes that stain my soul. Let the sunsets and goodbyes bleed me, as I leave home and forget about the promise of spring. For I am dying of love, suffocating under its weight. Unlove me, release me from the chains of affection that bind me, … Continue reading Unlove me …

As the years unfurl before me, I come to realize that it is not the grandiose or the extraordinary that truly sustains us, but the simple, everyday blessings that weave the fabric of our lives. It is in these unassuming moments that we find the most profound reasons for gratitude. The gentle caress of the pure air as it fills our lungs, the silent strength that allows us to draw breath after breath, and the comfort of a warm and welcoming shelter. It is the embrace of our loved ones, the laughter that fills our homes, and the nourishment of … Continue reading Simple things that nurture me …

Once an avid, almost obsessive fan, I would even fight for my team. I played soccer until I was 18, earning the nickname “Maria Homem” from my friends. But this intense passion for soccer started to trouble me, especially after my last infatuation during the 1982 World Cup. I realized I didn’t want to become a fanatic fan. People asked why I wasn’t the fervent supporter I once was, arguing that soccer is a sport, sport is health, and health is vital. But my issue wasn’t with soccer itself. It was with the fundamentalist, fanatical, loud, and uncivilized fans who … Continue reading Why Do I Support for Corinthians?

Have you ever paused to ponder the paths we cross before we finally meet the ones we are meant to love or learn from? The idea of fate may not always sit well with us, but there is a certain intrigue in the notion that some people are destined to be a part of our lives. Perhaps we have brushed shoulders with them on a crowded street or shared a fleeting glance in a bustling café. Maybe we have stood beside them in a concert crowd or passed them on a winding mountain trail. These chance encounters may seem insignificant … Continue reading The art of encounter …

Desconfiada e incomodada pelo silêncio, ela se obrigava a distrair-se com as vozes incessantes vindas de dentro de si, que lhe diziam tudo, explicavam tanto, falavam demais sem resolver nada. O silêncio era uma angústia, pois ouvi-lo seria o mesmo que escutar-se. O medo era de que, ao ouvir, reconhecesse feiuras conhecidas e virtudes insuspeitadas: umas e outras, nunca bem-vindas desde a infância. O silêncio era uma liberdade inalcançável. A liberdade que dizia não conseguir. A liberdade evitada sem perceber que evitava. Bastava uma fresta dessa perteza e já começavam ansiedades e distrações. Ouvir-se seria ver-se. Ver-se seria sentir-se. E … Continue reading Leitura de Si Mesma