My Mother

My mom, she was a fortress, a wall, and her faith fed her with hope. At that time, I couldn’t understand her with all her dogmas and beliefs, maybe I was so immature, so selfish to feel things differently. Living in her own skin, the sum and experience of another time. In the end, we are just women crushed by a sexist culture without mercy.  From my earliest memories, my mom was always there for me. Her presence in my life was like a sturdy fortress, providing me with a sense of security and protection. She never wavered in her … Continue reading My Mother

Moniz Bandeira

In his extensive work “World Disorder,” Moniz Bandeira highlights the three mantras of the USA, namely, “one world-one empire,” “dominate all spheres,” and “destabilize governments that oppose them.” The modus operandi of achieving these goals has evolved over time. Instead of relying solely on military coups, the USA now employs a more subtle approach, utilizing key institutions such as parliament, the judiciary, and the press to achieve their desired outcomes. This was exemplified in the case of Dilma Rousseff’s impeachment, where these tactics were effectively applied. To begin with, the concept of “one world-one empire” encapsulates the USA’s aspiration to … Continue reading Moniz Bandeira

We can build dreams together

When someone comes to you with a dream that dances on the edge of possibility and impossibility, you hold within you the power to shape their journey. You can choose to join the chorus of voices that urge them to abandon their dreams, or you can become the beacon of belief they desperately need. You can be the one who stands apart, the one who believes in them. In the grand web of life, the creation of greatness is not solely the work of the exceptional individuals who bring them to fruition. It is also the echo of love and … Continue reading We can build dreams together

Tomorrow I will wake

Tomorrow I will wake, stepping into the realm of the unknown, where time stretches its arms across the horizon, beckoning me to embrace the moments that await. In the quiet hours, when the night surrenders to the dawn, I will stir from slumber, navigating the delicate threshold between dreams and reality. The world around me will emerge from the shadows, as whispers of morning light dance upon the walls, gently coaxing my soul back into the embrace of waking life. Perhaps it will be the soft symphony of birdsong or the distant hum of life awakening that will rouse me … Continue reading Tomorrow I will wake

Autumn makes me want to live in a small town

In the embrace of autumn’s golden glow, the allure of a small town with a rich tapestry of history and character beckons. Picture leaf-strewn cobblestone streets, where the echoes of time resonate through the worn paths, and old buildings and homes stand as guardians of bygone eras. From quaint cottages to stately estates, each structure bears witness to the passage of time, weaving a narrative of generations past. Amidst this picturesque landscape, a symphony of maple, oak, and pine trees line the streets and cluster in yards, their verdant canopies transforming into a breathtaking mosaic of orange and gold. As … Continue reading Autumn makes me want to live in a small town

Me dejé perderte…

Dejé de meterme bajo las cobijas buscando tus besos, dejé de perderme divagando en nuestros recuerdos, dejé de tenerte cuando te sostenía entre mis brazos, dejé de extrañarte y aún no te habías marchado. Me dejé perderte… En el eco de tus susurros, en la suave caricia de tus labios, encontraba refugio en el santuario de tu presencia. Cada instante a tu lado era un poema escrito en el lienzo de mi corazón, un baile etéreo de emociones que se entrelazaban en el abrazo de tus brazos. Pero en algún rincón del tiempo, nos perdimos, y el eco se desvaneció, … Continue reading Me dejé perderte…

L’amore

L’amore è una questione di brividi, un discorso intimo tra pelle e ferite. È un viaggio attraverso le emozioni, un intreccio di sensazioni che danzano sulla nostra pelle come foglie al vento. È la dolce carezza di un’anima che si apre, rivelando le cicatrici del passato, ma anche la promessa di un futuro luminoso. Nel silenzio della notte, l’amore si fa sentire, un sussurro delicato che accarezza l’anima e risveglia i sensi. È il battito accelerato del cuore, il calore che si diffonde nelle vene, un’energia che avvolge due anime in un abbraccio intimo. È un linguaggio senza parole, un’armonia … Continue reading L’amore

Coffee

In the quiet embrace of the morning, as the world stirs from its slumber, there’s a ritual that speaks to my soul. It’s the aromatic dance of coffee beans, the symphony of a brewing elixir that whispers to me in a language only my heart understands. Coffee is my love language, a rich and complex dialect that awakens my senses and kindles the fire within. With each sip, it tells tales of distant lands, of sun-kissed plantations and the labor of hands that nurture the earth. It carries the warmth of human connection, the conversations shared over steaming cups, and … Continue reading Coffee

Dans les méandres de l’âme

Dans les méandres de l’âme, je trouve mon refuge, paré de toutes les émotions qui font de moi un être humain. Les sourires illuminent mes jours, les larmes lavent mes peines, les arrivées apportent la joie et les départs enseignent la résilience. Les nuits me murmurent des secrets, les jours me révèlent des vérités. C’est dans ce tourbillon d’expériences que j’entends la voix intérieure me dire que pour aimer, il faut apprendre à aimer. Chaque émotion, chaque moment de bonheur ou de tristesse, chaque rencontre et chaque adieu, tout cela m’enseigne la complexité de l’amour. C’est un apprentissage continu, une … Continue reading Dans les méandres de l’âme

It is time

Someone is knocking on the front door, and it’s time. I take a sip to find my words, but I’m lost in silence, and time chuckles at my struggle. It mocks the tears I’ve shed, knowing it can pass through without a care, while I remain trapped in its grasp. On a summer day, the sky is a brilliant blue, the wind whispers through my soul. Inside, there are leaves rustling in my heart, and it’s time again. I recall a love that slipped away, and time chuckles once more, claiming we are equals, if only I could see. It … Continue reading It is time