Time has passed, and I have pondered us at different hours and through various flavors. Despite the inclinations to hold grudges or to forget them, the conclusion is that our imbalance is a ruin where our truths hide and love conceals itself. Picture it: a solitary life with our dog and a small garden in the backyard, tended with our own hands. Psychopaths had dogs, dictators were vegans, and devout Christians. This, therefore, doesn’t say much about you, me, or them. But your solitude with rue plants in the yard—yes, this is the limbo where our emptiness revels. Our bitterness … Continue reading Sugar & Gratitude

If we were taught to use affectionate words from childhood, we would understand their profound power, both in hearing and speaking them. Imagine a world where kind words are the norm, where each utterance carries the weight of love and compassion. Such words have the power to heal, to uplift, and to connect us on the deepest levels. They can transform a simple conversation into a meaningful exchange, leaving lasting imprints on our hearts. When we speak with affection, we not only brighten the lives of others, but we also enrich our own souls. In this way, the simple act … Continue reading Kindness

The raindrops were like a symphony, drumming on the window with a steady beat, as if trying to keep time with the clock, tick-ticking away, never missing a beat. Time is a fickle friend, passing quickly when we want it to slow, dragging on when we wish it would fly, testing the limits of our endurance. But amidst the rain and the ticking clock, there was a song that played, a melody that spoke to the heart, making the beauty and sadness almost interchangeable. For in the midst of sorrow, there is often a beauty that shines through, a glimmer … Continue reading Time

There is a poetry in the chaos, a rhythm in the uncertainty. Life, in its infinite complexity, unfolds in unexpected ways. Sometimes, it takes things falling apart to bring them back together again. It’s in those moments of fragmentation that we discover our true strength, our ability to rebuild and renew.  Falling apart isn’t always a tragedy; it’s a metamorphosis, a necessary disruption to create space for growth. My heart, with its erratic beats, echoes the unpredictable nature of existence. I get shy, overwhelmed by the intensity of feeling, and yet there are times when numbness takes over, a stark … Continue reading Chaos Poetry 

…sometimes, there is more English in me than I can bear; somedays, I cannot find all of my mother tongue, and I cringe at how polluted my mouth has become, how diluted my identity… In these moments, I feel a dissonance within, where my words betray the roots that anchor me. The language of my heart and heritage slips through my fingers, replaced by foreign syllables that feel alien on my tongue. This blending, this fusion of tongues, seems to erode the essence of who I am, leaving a trace of sadness in its wake. My mouth, once a vessel … Continue reading Identity

On the International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women, we remember the powerful legacy of the Mirabal sisters, whose tragic fate gave birth to this significant date. “Se me matam, levantarei os braços do túmulo e serei mais forte.” With these words, Minerva Mirabal, an activist from the Dominican Republic, responded to those who warned her that the regime of President Rafael Leónidas Trujillo (1930-1961) would kill her in the early 1960s. Minerva’s defiance and bravery, along with her sisters Patria and María Teresa, symbolize the unwavering spirit of resistance against tyranny and oppression. The Mirabal sisters, known … Continue reading Las Mariposas

Written on November 19, 2016 This time last year, I was completely broken. I had just lost a love that I believed was endless. Even while still with him, the flames had long since died, and I knew there was no love left. I watched the person I thought was meant for me move on to love someone new and treat me so badly, in a very abusive and toxic relationship. I had no one to talk to. I had no one to turn to. Too many people were telling me to get over it, and not enough were even … Continue reading Confession…

We betray our mother tongues, embracing the languages of foreign nations that will never fully embrace us. In our pursuit to belong, we allow the strangeness to infiltrate our speech, twisting our words until our original tongues become a distant memory. The familiar cadences and rhythms of our native languages, once flowing effortlessly, now stumble and falter. We mold our voices to fit a new vernacular, seeking acceptance in a world that views us as outsiders. In this transformation, we lose pieces of ourselves, fragments of identity slipping away with every foreign word. Our mouths, once accustomed to the warm … Continue reading Mater Tongue

It’s about the weight of insignificance, the feeling of being a mere speck in the grand scheme of things. It’s about the journey, the tracks stretching into the distance, leading to an uncertain destination that we call home. It’s about fading away, blurring into the background, leaving behind a hollow space that once held laughter and warmth. It’s about the longing for light and love, the desperate gasp for air in a world that feels suffocating. It’s about the struggle to hold onto words, to poetry, to meaning, as they slip through our fingers like sand. It’s about the ache … Continue reading Cozy Home …

Love must know how to speak, using words that exist only in the “time of delicacy.” I promise to cherish you until love itself falls ill, ill… And because of this mysterious time, it is necessary to love carefully, with the eyes, with the ears, with the hand that gently touches, to avoid causing harm… while there is still time. In the fragile moments where love lives and breathes, we must tread gently, with a sensitivity that honors the delicate nature of our hearts. Each look, each whisper, each tender touch should be infused with care, as if navigating a … Continue reading About the Delicacy of Love