In the echoing halls of memory, the rapturous calls of a wild piano fill the air, each note a haunting reminder of a dance long forgotten. Savage and unyielding, the music refuses to let me move to the rhythm of humanity’s song. The passages scrawled upon the castle walls have etched a dirge into my heart, a lament for what once was and can never be again. Your memory is carried on the wind, whispers of a past that haunt my every step. I listen as the notes unravel, soft and tragic, flowing freely like an unfettered flag in the … Continue reading Tell me

Sono le piccole cose ad occupare nel cuore gli spazi più profondi. Come tesori nascosti, i piccoli gesti, le parole delicate, i gesti d’amore autentici, sono quelli che ci porteremo dentro per sempre. Nell’intimità della nostra anima, sono i momenti semplici che brillano con una luce speciale. Un sorriso furtivo, una carezza dolce, un sussurro affettuoso—questi sono i frammenti di eternità che ci accompagnano nel cammino della vita. Ogni gesto sincero, ogni parola gentile lascia un’impronta indelebile, come pietre preziose incastonate nel tessuto delle nostre memorie. È nella quiete di queste piccole cose che troviamo la vera essenza dell’amore e … Continue reading Le Piccole Cose …

Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea, seeking solace in the open arms of the boundless ocean. Their journey, a testament to patience and perseverance, mirrors the silent yearning of a heart in search of its haven. As they weave through valleys and meander through fields, their waters whisper a longing melody, a soft, continuous plea. “Wait for me, wait for me,” they sigh, their currents echoing the deep desire to unite with the vast expanse that promises understanding and peace. In their solitary trek, they carry fragments of landscapes traversed, stories of distant places, and the essence … Continue reading Wait for me…

I wasn’t always a woman, I wasn’t always this soft; I had to learn from the flowers after the storm, how to be, and how to survive them, both. I am the bloom that rises from the wreckage, the petal that unfurls in the aftermath of chaos. I am the alchemy of strength and vulnerability, the resilience that emerges from the tempest, softened by the gentle touch of grace. I learned from the flowers, those delicate warriors who bow to the fury of the storm and rise again, adorned with the shimmering pearls of rain. I learned to weather the … Continue reading I learnt from the flowers …

All that I serve will die, all my delights, the flesh kindled from my flesh, garden and field, the silent lilies standing in the woods, the woods, the hill, the whole earth, all. Let the world bring on me the sleep of darkness without stars, so I may know my little light taken from me into the seed of the beginning and the end, so I may bow to mystery, and take my stand on the earth like a tree in a field, passing without haste or regret toward what will be, my life a patient willing descent into the … Continue reading Farewell

In the stillness of this moment, I linger, a silent sentinel, my heart attuned to the rhythms of your being. I stand on the precipice of your silence, anticipating the soft whisper of words that have yet to be spoken. The quiet is profound, a canvas upon which the echoes of our unspoken emotions paint a tapestry of longing and hope. I await the tremor of your soul, that subtle quake that heralds the awakening of truths buried deep within. It is in these moments of raw vulnerability that the essence of who you are begins to shimmer through the … Continue reading “I will be waiting here. For your silence to break. For your soul to shake. For your love to wake.—Rumi

Diante do espelho, o reflexo não mente. Cada linha, cada marca é uma testemunha silenciosa das batalhas travadas e das vitórias silenciosas. Os olhos, outrora cheios de sonhos e inocência, agora trazem consigo uma dureza sutil, fruto das realidades enfrentadas e das noites mal dormidas. A boca, que um dia sussurrou dúvidas, agora se afirma com convicção e coragem, moldada pelas palavras ditas e as que precisaram ser engolidas. A ruga entre os meus olhos é uma marca eterna, como uma tatuagem indelével das memórias que carrego. É um lembrete constante dos momentos que moldaram minha jornada, das cicatrizes invisíveis … Continue reading Espelho

Not everyone can feel things as deeply as you. Most people, their feelings are bland, tasteless. They’ll never understand what it’s like to read a poem and feel almost like they’re flying, or to see a bleeding animal and feel grief that shatters their heart… In the vast spectrum of human experience, your emotions burn with a brightness and intensity that few can fathom. Your soul resonates with the beauty and sorrow of the world, each moment a symphony of profound sensations. Too bright to hear, too loud to see, you live in a realm where every feeling is magnified, … Continue reading Deep Deeper

Inside this body is the sun and the moon, the stars, the oceans, and the entirety of the seen and unseen places. Within this vessel, the universe resides, a microcosm of all that exists, both tangible and intangible. Joy dances here, illuminating the soul with its radiant light, while loneliness lingers in the shadows, a quiet companion to introspection. Confusion stirs like a stormy sea, its waves crashing against the shores of understanding, yet within its tumult lies the potential for discovery. Heartbreak carves deep canyons in the heart, but in those crevices, new growth and resilience take root. Bliss … Continue reading Inside

I, who am always silent, come to you today with a message that echoes through the ages. I walk by your side, a constant companion, yet you turn away, refusing to acknowledge my presence. I bring meaning to life, a reminder of its fleeting nature, but you choose to ignore my significance. In the depths of despair, I offer solace to those who suffer, yet you resist, clinging to the illusion of immortality. In your folly, you plead for reprieve from the consequences of your excesses, laying blame at my feet for the inevitable. I transcend your beliefs, your societal … Continue reading Death