It was the way he broke me in fragments—first into soul-searching conversation and later effortlessly parting my mouth into an outpouring of guffaws—that captivated me. He had the ability to fill my mouth with trapped funny air, knowing exactly where my funny bones were located. With a smile that could bring heaven into my life, he transformed my heavy doubt into a tidy mind. His presence was like a refreshing Spring breeze, gently rustling through the Autumn leaves. It was as if he possessed a magic touch that could bring warmth to even the coldest of hearts. Whenever he was … Continue reading Autumn …

On a solar line, let me paint a picture of the day in-between, where the sun’s rays dance upon the canvas of the sky. In this realm, I shall unveil the seven reasons that make this moment so extraordinary, as I gently erase the lingering stars that resist the dawn’s embrace. Reason one, behold the gentle rise of the morning, as the world awakens from its slumber. The golden hues of sunlight caress the earth, casting a warm glow upon all that it touches. It is a reminder of the beauty that lies in new beginnings, a chance to start … Continue reading Solar line

The appreciation for simplicity and humility is a sentiment that resonates deeply within me. There is a certain beauty in those who possess the ability to embrace life’s subtleties and find joy in the little things. It is a quality that allows individuals to truly connect with their surroundings and experience the world in its purest form. I am drawn to those who can feel the gentle caress of the wind against their skin, as it whispers secrets of nature’s wonders. They possess an innate ability to immerse themselves in the present moment, allowing the fragrant aromas of their surroundings … Continue reading

J’ai pris ton essence, en secret, et je l’ai nouée à mon âme. Comme un voleur de trésors, j’ai pris un morceau de toi, un fragment de ce qui te rend unique. Cette précieuse empreinte, je l’ai enfouie profondément en moi. Ainsi, lorsque les hivers froids s’abattront, lorsque la glace enveloppera chaque souffle, je saurai que ta chaleur brûle toujours au plus profond de mes os. Ce morceau de toi est plus qu’une possession, plus qu’un simple souvenir. Il est devenu l’essence même de qui je suis. Il résonne en moi telle une symphonie intime, un rappel constant de notre … Continue reading J’ai pris un morceau de toi …

There is great sorrow in this world, a sorrow that runs deep and cuts to the very core of our being. It is a sorrow that has not been acknowledged, a sorrow that hides in the shadows, lurking just beneath the surface. Some of this sorrow we see with our own eyes, and yet we choose to turn a blind eye to it. We walk the streets, oblivious to the pain that flows like a river of blood. The world around us is tearing itself apart, and yet we act as if we have nothing more than a mere paper … Continue reading We must be light…

La mia anima si apre all’armonia della natura, mentre la terra mi parla e mi benedice con la sua abbondanza. Il cielo, gentile come il miele, scorre dai miei fianchi forti, come montagne imponenti che si ergono su una valle plasmata dalla pioggia. In questo connubio divino, mi sento avvolto dalla generosità della terra e dalla maestosità del cielo. Continue reading Natura…

In the vast expanse of existence, I find myself overwhelmed by my own insignificance. How can such a profound love reside within the confines of my being? How can I possibly bear the immense weight of this longing for connection? Yet, amidst my doubts, I wonder if my eyes possess the ability to perceive the beauty that lies within your soul. Can they truly penetrate the depths of your being and unravel the mysteries that reside there? Can they witness the flames that dance within the realm of your dreams, igniting your passions and aspirations? In this contemplation, I am … Continue reading Contemplation…

Olho por olho, bala por bala, dente por dente. Estas palavras ecoam como versos contrabandistas clandestinos, substituindo a doçura dos amantes pela amargura das armas. Rajadas inquietas cortam a noite, revelando um cenário de desabrigo e frio desencantado. Não há espaço para inocência entre carros que imploram no sinal fechado, onde um olho perfurado reflete a imagem de um poeta descalço na areia incandescente. Neste lugar sombrio, a violência prevalece, onde o argumento falha e a esperança se esvai. É um território onde a justiça é buscada através de uma troca implacável, onde cada ação é respondida com uma reação … Continue reading Olho por olho, bala por bala, dente por dente…

In a heartfelt exchange, our conversation delved into the depths of longing and perception. I expressed my desire for someone to witness the vastness of the ocean, hoping they could grasp its beauty and magnitude. In response, they shared their own yearning for me to witness hope, perhaps suggesting that it holds a transformative power. Curiosity led me to inquire about their encounters with mountains, wondering if they had experienced the awe-inspiring grandeur firsthand. To my surprise, they admitted they hadn’t, but their unwavering faith instilled in them the belief that their conviction could move mountains metaphorically, symbolizing their resilience … Continue reading The truest marvels lie within the depths of our hearts and souls

Picture me, years from now, a mosaic of my heritage, a reflection of the ones who came before me. In the shadows of my mother, her wisdom will shape my being, while deep within the lines etched upon my face, I’ll carry the glimmer of my father’s spirit. Time will have bestowed upon me salt and pepper strands, like whispers of the years that have shaped me. In that distant future, my thoughts may not always be my own, colored by the experiences that accumulate like pebbles in a riverbed. Perhaps I will converse of the weather, finding solace in … Continue reading Years from now, a mosaic, a reflection…