Each day dawns with a cacophony of voices, the world pulling you by the hand with relentless urgency. “This is important!” it shouts, pointing to a flurry of distractions that clamour for your attention. “And that is important!” Another tug, another demand on your time and energy. It’s an overwhelming chorus of importance, a relentless tide of obligations and worries. But amidst the noise and chaos, there lies a simple, quiet truth. It’s up to you to halt the relentless tug, to pause and reclaim your breath. Gently, but firmly, you yank your hand back and place it over your … Continue reading Each day

In your presence, the boundaries of my world tremble, and the walls I’ve built around my heart begin to crumble. You are a tempest, a force that defies reason and logic, stirring within me a belief in the extraordinary. Your words are like whispers from a realm of dreams, weaving enchanting tales of possibilities that defy the constraints of reality. You are a catalyst, igniting the flames of hope and daring me to reach for the stars. In your gaze, I see the reflection of a universe where the inconceivable becomes tangible, where the unimaginable takes shape. You are a … Continue reading “You’re dangerous,” he says. “Why?” “Because you make me believe in the impossible.”

Even if you use commas, put a period, and run away from suspension points, the rhythm of life will find its own cadence. Sooner or later, love will be impolite, a bold intruder that enters your life without asking for permission. It arrives unannounced, a tempest in the calm of your existence, disrupting the carefully constructed walls you’ve built around your heart. It doesn’t heed the rules of engagement, nor does it wait for the perfect moment to make its grand entrance. Love is impolite, an audacious guest at the banquet of your solitude. It disregards the formalities, sweeping you … Continue reading An impolite guest

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