“Where are our wings, father? Why are we not a bird?” I asked with wide-eyed wonder. “It flies inside, daughter,” he replied softly, his voice a gentle murmur of wisdom. “This is our greatest wish, though sometimes we do not even suspect it to be. Believing in wings is a justification for lamenting their absence, allowing us to remain where we are.” His words resonated deeply within me, unlocking a realm of understanding I had never considered. Our wings are not bound by physical form; they are the essence of our spirit, our dreams, and our innermost desires. They soar … Continue reading Wings

In the kitchen of my creativity, I concoct a poetic recipe, blending the finest ingredients of literature and emotion. I begin with a touch of Cecilia Meireles, whose words give me a bit of grief, a somber note that adds depth and reflection to my mix. Next, I add a generous scoop of Manoel de Barros, whisking me back to the innocence of childhood, where wonder and simplicity reign supreme. I gently fold in Fernando Pessoa, imbuing my concoction with wisdom, his insightful musings adding layers of profound thought. To tell me about love, I stir in Vinicius de Moraes, … Continue reading Poetic Recipe

Each year, on November 20, Brazil celebrates Black Awareness Day, a poignant reminder of the black community’s immense worth and their invaluable contributions to the nation’s fabric. I found my roots. In the worn pages of old files and books, I unearthed the stories that built my heritage. Among cursed objects, trunks, and chains, I discovered the painful legacies of my ancestors. I found my roots in the East, aboard the filthy slave ships that scarred the seas. Amidst the sweet words of songs and the furious rhythms of drums, I connected with the rites that have been passed down … Continue reading Black Awareness Day 🇧🇷

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