And there are so many worlds that we all respectively belong to. There are so many planets that we hold inside of us that no other human will ever be able to visit, and I think that that’s such a lonely feeling. Will there ever be one human being, just one, who can soothe the ache of wanting to discuss every molecule of your life with another person? I long to touch someone’s knee and instantly understand the fear that consumed them in their childhood, the happiness of their freedom, the way they fell headfirst into love for the first … Continue reading Inner Worlds

I’m in love with these undulating greens that shimmer from sunshine to lime on the tips of trees. Each hue dances in the light, a vibrant symphony that captures my heart. I’m in love with the sprouting blooms, tender and new, each one a testament to resilience and the promise of life. Every brave, speckled mushroom, standing tall amidst the undergrowth, fills me with wonder. I’m in love with the forest’s new scents, a blend of earth and fresh growth that invigorates my spirit. The fruits of spring’s patience, ripening in their own time, are a sweet reward for the … Continue reading In Love

I am a canvas painted with myriad emotions; a tapestry woven with the threads of my own existence. I have learned to craft internal landscapes, where the brushstrokes of my thoughts create intricate patterns, and the words of my own literature dance across the pages of my soul. Sometimes, I find myself in need of water, my inner sea parched and longing. I wander through my arid landscape, feeling the scorching heat of hot winds and the emptiness that seems to stretch endlessly. It is in these moments that my weary feet stumble upon the rugged terrain, and my soul … Continue reading A lone traveler

E tu sei lì, come un dono prezioso, in quel luogo “sacro” che si chiama anima, dove tutto è respiro. La tua presenza illumina ogni angolo oscuro, portando con sé una serenità che avvolge il cuore e la mente. In te trovo un rifugio, un’oasi di pace in mezzo al caos del mondo. Sei la calma in mezzo alla tempesta, la luce in mezzo all’oscurità, il respiro che dona vita. Ogni istante con te è un momento di grazia, un dono che nutre l’anima e accende il fuoco della speranza. Nel tuo abbraccio, sento la vera essenza dell’amore, quella che … Continue reading Tu sei …

In the heart of Minas Gerais, Ouro Preto stands as the city sung of cities, where dreams never end and longing knows no beginning. Here, death finds no foothold, for the vibrant colors of its doors and windows breathe eternal youth into its essence. The streets whisper secrets, and under the dance of sunset and sunrise moons, visions, projects, and promises come alive. In this city, death has no place. Ouro Preto, your clear poetry of truth and pure tradition transcends time. The heartbeat of the city pulses stronger than the passage of years, and emotions erupt suddenly, as if … Continue reading Ouro Preto City

Sometimes, while driving, you come across a sign that reads, “road under construction, thank you for your patience.” The truth is, this sentiment applies just as much to people as it does to roads. We are all, in some way, under construction—learning, developing, and hopefully improving as we go along. Patience and understanding are crucial virtues when dealing with others, for we are all navigating our own construction zones, trying to piece ourselves together amidst life’s challenges. Impatience can drive us to frustration and madness, but recognizing that everyone is a work in progress helps us extend grace and empathy. … Continue reading Under Construction

If they ask you about me, tell them, “She was the only woman who loved me with a pure and unyielding honesty.” In the depths of my soul, I knew that our love was more than mere words or fleeting moments. It was a love woven from the threads of truth, vulnerability, and unwavering commitment. I loved you with every fiber of my being, with a sincerity that sought nothing in return but the simple joy of your presence. Tell them that with me, you never had to hide or pretend. My love embraced all that you were—the flaws, the … Continue reading If they ask about me

Believe them when they say it’s over, that there’s nothing left worth fighting for. Don’t seek more reasons to stay, or search for loopholes they might have missed. Just leave. Don’t cling to something that has already fallen to pieces. You’ll spend a lifetime trying to put those fragments back together. Just leave. Don’t argue or declare your love, or how much you still want this. Just leave. Your energy is better spent elsewhere, on healing yourself and fighting for someone who will never give up on you. Just leave. You are not a struggle or someone who needs saving. … Continue reading January, 2015

To many, poetry is a kaleidoscope of emotions and perceptions: beautiful, heartwarming, thought-provoking, mind-blowing, lovely, breathtaking. For some, it demands a pause, urging them to “take a step back and reflect for a minute.” But to me, poetry is something far more intimate and raw. It is the bleeding out of my soul, a torrent of feelings and thoughts spilling onto any surface willing to hold my words, even if just for a fleeting moment. Each poem is a fragment of my essence, a snapshot of my inner world laid bare. It is not crafted with the intention to impress … Continue reading Poetry

I am the ink that flows from the pen, the words that dance upon the page, I am the architect of my own world, building castles in the sky. I am the poet, weaving emotions into verse, capturing the essence of life in every line, I am the silent witness to the world around me, drinking in the beauty and the pain. I am the lover, embracing all that is wild and free, fighting for love and for justice, I am the breath of life, the beating heart, a vessel of hope and resilience. I am the dreamer, reaching for … Continue reading What am I?