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…

Am I an artist? A question that often swirls in my mind, contemplating the essence of my creative identity. I am not the conventional kind of artist who fills countless pages with words or paints vibrant pictures on a canvas. My artistic expression lies in simple sketches, fleeting moments captured in mere outlines. I do not compose a hundred songs, each carrying its own melody; instead, I hum tunes that touch my soul and sway to the rhythm of life. I am not the artist who crafts an object to represent my inner self; rather, I let my presence speak … Continue reading I am not an artist …

I am the first comma in that sentence, which does not wait for the period to conclude the paragraph. I am moved by reticence because I am remade by continuities. Never ending, because even sadness passes, without needing to be concluded, just (re)established. I no longer suffer from the syndrome of unfinished stories, I am frivolous about cases, because we live by chance. And if we don’t wait for new arrivals, we won’t allow ourselves, we won’t mean ourselves. My identity also has crises, because what I wanted yesterday, I don’t even know if it exists today, in this crazy … Continue reading I am the first comma …

Il existe un endroit mystérieux où se réalisent les rêves auxquels on ne croit pas, où résident les bagues perdues, les boucles d’oreilles dépareillées, les bas préférés et les rouges à lèvres engloutis par les sacs. C’est un lieu, un abîme, où se trouvent les sourires qui ne reviennent pas, l’odeur des cheveux, un col taché, le parfum imprégné sur la manche d’une robe, ton nom inscrit sur un billet, un goût de vin qui persiste sur la langue. Ils flottent là, suspendus dans une orbite improbable ou inaccessible, accompagnés du murmure incessant de trois ou quatre phrases que l’on … Continue reading Il existe un endroit mystérieux où se réalisent les rêves auxquels on ne croit pas

Toi, belle âme qui fait de moi un poème, tu transformes les matines d’incertitude en poésie. Nos souvenirs résonnent comme des cordes qui vibrent ensemble, chantent ensemble et crient ensemble leurs désirs. Je veux rendre inévitable ce qui pourrait être évité, ressentir chaque nuance de manière complexe. Car si l’Amour est une terre sans chemin, je me suis égaré car je veux te retrouver. À chaque pas que je fais, je me livre, car je reviens toujours à nous deux, et nous ne revenons pas tous les deux. Les syllabes de ton nom se confondent avec les battements de ma … Continue reading Belle âme …

My mother, a woman of profound wisdom and insight, held a belief so extraordinary, it could only be rivaled by her unwavering determination. She firmly believed that our chests, the very core of our beings, had the capacity to house not only the celestial heavens but also the darkest recesses of hell. It was a notion that both intrigued and fascinated me, as I marveled at the depths of her imagination. In her mind, love was the key to taming the ever-consuming fury that resided within us all. She urged us to feed love generously, even in the face of … Continue reading My mother…

Let Them Sleep “Those who don’t feel this Love pulling them like a river, those who don’t drink dawn like a cup of spring water or take in sunset like supper, those who don’t want to change, let them sleep. This Love is beyond the study of theology, that old trickery and hypocrisy. If you want to improve your mind that way, sleep on.” Love, a force so powerful and captivating, has the potential to transform lives and ignite the soul. It is an enchanting river that gracefully sweeps individuals off their feet, compelling them to surrender to its divine … Continue reading Let Them Sleep