The active principle of love is generosity. It is the gentle force that opens hearts, making others feel welcomed, understood, and accepted. In this embrace, love becomes a living entity, thriving in the warmth of shared moments and mutual understanding. Everything that does not reach the other does not exist. It is as if it never breathed, never felt the touch of life. The unspoken words, the unshared feelings, they linger in the shadows, resembling a small death. They are the echoes of what could have been, the silent witnesses to missed connections. Every sensation or feeling that cannot breathe, … Continue reading Force…

When it is but it is not love, it masquerades as passion, a fervent flame that consumes rather than warms. Some of us love badly, or perhaps we mistake the intensity for love. This love implodes, folding in on itself, devouring its essence. It turns the sweetest wine into the bitterest poison, misbehaving in the sanctity of shared spaces. It drinks deeply from the well of insecurity, kisses strangers with lips that should be faithful, and returns to your bed at ungodly hours, reeking of the world outside. This love asks about your past, not out of curiosity, but jealousy. … Continue reading August 28, 2014

When longing no longer found solace in waiting, farewell whispered its silent departure. My body, once a vessel of vibrant life, now stood empty, a hollow shell devoid of its Soul. In this void, I poured my loneliness into words, each syllable a fragment of my solitude. I became an urgent poet, driven by the pain that time had bestowed upon me. Every moment of suffering transformed into verses, each line a testament to the ache that had become my constant companion. Through this pain, I found my voice, a voice that spoke of longing, loss, and the relentless passage … Continue reading A Poet’s Journey

In the symphony of existence, what note do we sound? Our speech and actions, like delicate verses, compose the poetry of our soul. Imagine the human spirit as a pilgrim, embarking on a sacred journey—a journey that transcends the confines of the personal and embraces the universal. Is it not our noble task to awaken to life’s grandeur, recognizing the singular pulse that animates all forms? As we tread this path, we become stewards of consciousness. Each thought, each uttered word, each deliberate action—these are threads woven into the fabric of existence. When we choose compassion, we extend a caring … Continue reading The Poetry of Our Soul

Listen, my dear, to these whispered truths. Life, like a fragile bird, perches upon your shoulder. It is precious, fleeting—a delicate dance of moments. You must grasp each one, every little whiff of existence that passes by. It will not be easy; certainty eludes us. Not now, and not in the vast expanse of your unimaginable future. But do not be surprised. Instead, embrace the stiff winds that sweep across your path, and ascend the lonely heights with courage. Remember your name. Etch it into the fabric of your being. Never turn away from the bright course simply because it … Continue reading Watch Everything

A vida, essa dança intricada entre alegrias e tristezas, nos envolve em um abraço apertado de contradições. O foda é que vivemos e temos que viver, mesmo quando a tristeza nos visita, pesando como chumbo em nossos corações. Ela se infiltra, mas não nos paralisa. Continuamos a dançar, mesmo com os pés cansados e os olhos marejados. Os medos, esses fantasmas que espreitam os cantos escuros da nossa mente, também não nos impedem de seguir adiante. Eles sussurram dúvidas e incertezas, mas nós teimamos em enfrentá-los. Como equilibristas, caminhamos na corda bamba da vida, com o medo como plateia. O … Continue reading Dança da Vida

Perhaps it will be the soft murmur of birdsong that stirs me from slumber, their melodies coaxing my spirit back into the vessel of flesh and bone. Or perhaps it will be the gentle touch of sunlight, fingers of warmth tracing patterns on my closed eyelids, urging me to rise. And what shall I awaken to? Memories, like fragments of dreams, will flutter around me—some vivid, others elusive. Faces and places, laughter and tears, all woven into the tapestry of my being. Perhaps I will remember the taste of summer strawberries, their sweetness lingering on my tongue, or the scent … Continue reading Tomorrow I will wake…