I hail from the realm of illusions, where confused comings and goings intertwine. The insistence on history fuels my soul. I believe, losing myself in the pages of novels, where dreams and reality blur into one. My heart sways with the rhythm of deliveries and then regrets, a dance of longing and relinquishment. I am born of aching nostalgia, where memories linger like sweet whispers in the night. The harrowing waits carve deep into my soul, each moment stretching into eternity. Yet, in this world of ephemeral moments and eternal hopes, I find a beauty that transcends the ordinary, a … Continue reading My Essence

I have lived for over sixty years, and in that time, I have learned that life is a constant cycle of finding and losing, forgetting, and remembering, leaving and returning. It is a never-ending dance of opportunities and second chances. The journey of life is not linear, but rather a series of twists and turns, ups and downs. Just when we think we have reached the end, a new path appears before us, offering another chance to start anew. We are constantly given the opportunity to grow, to learn, to change. And if we are alive, there is always another … Continue reading Life

Apesar das ausências, das más notícias, das saudades, das neuroses, dos erros e dos boicotes, da falta de açúcar ou de sorte, dos excessos de sal, dos medos, das prisões, das palavras, da intolerância à lactose, ao próximo, da insatisfação com o trabalho, com a política, com o amor, com o espelho e com o outro lado dele, vivemos e temos que viver. A vida, com todas as suas imperfeições e lutas, nos obriga a persistir. É através desses desafios que encontramos a essência da nossa existência, a força para seguir em frente. A cada dia, enfrentamos inúmeros obstáculos, mas … Continue reading Apesar

Will you leave me because you’re hungry? Are you ruled by your belly? Will you leave me because you need something to wear? I have chests full of fine linen! Will you leave me because you’re thirsty? Here, take my breasts! They’re full to overflowing, and all for you! The thrill of your love spreads through my body like honey in water, like a drug mixed with spices, like wine mingled with water, as my blood into your veins… In the depths of our connection, I offer you everything I have, everything I am. My love is a boundless reservoir, … Continue reading Leaving

La vita non t’insegna ad essere forte, te lo impone. E non gliene fotte un cazzo se hai studiato e imparato, ti interroga ogni santo giorno. La vita è un maestro severo, che non concede tregua né indulgenza. Ogni giorno ci mette alla prova, ci sfida a trovare la forza dentro di noi, a resistere alle tempeste che ci travolgono. Non importa quanto abbiamo studiato o quanto abbiamo imparato, la vita ci pone sempre nuove domande, ci costringe a confrontarci con l’ignoto, con l’imprevisto. In questo incessante interrogatorio, scopriamo la nostra vera essenza. La forza non è qualcosa che si … Continue reading Maestri

I don’t want to write about love. It’s a thorn in my side, a wound that refuses to heal. I don’t want to reminisce about the days when love was a warm embrace, a gentle whisper in the dark. Too many tears have stained my pillow, too many dreams have turned to dust. I don’t want to tell you about the moments when love was a beacon of hope, a spark in the darkness. How it could consume me, overwhelm me, leaving me breathless and dizzy with emotion. How it could make me feel alive in ways I never thought … Continue reading I will not write about love. Not anymore…

You, whose outer countenance belies your inherent value; you, great philosopher, who still maintains inheritance. You, who embodies the vision of blindness, who, deaf and dumb, reads endless depth, always haunted by a lofty mind. Oh Seer!, Prophet! Who the fact affects, and to whom we seek in any way, throughout your life, trapped in the darkness of the pit. You, on whom flows the Source of Existence, that enslaves while you justify the renewing of a new age, a presence impossible to ignore. What is this hole we sink into every day in this foolish battle among our prejudices … Continue reading Prophet

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

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 Small, tiny …

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