On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realize there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any less real. That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones. That being alone means you’re free. That old … Continue reading One day …

Listen to the salted caramel voicesof women in you,heavy stories paint pictureson this thick skin.thick like the barriers we’ve crossed,thick like the borders we’ve birthed,thick like the borders we’ve burned,gentle fire, orchid blooming,resistant and resilient.Some of us,broken and butchered.bold but never solid.lost but not wanting to be found.lost the wanting to be wanted.turn your soul into poems,ink colored skin…❤️ Continue reading Women in you…

One day you’ll learn that you can’t fill the vacancies in your soul with people alone. Yes, you can occupy your cold bed with your lover’s warm body and the spaces between your fingers with their hands but loneliness just can’t be cured that way — not with something physical anyway. Because no matter how many crowds of people you cram into the windows and doors, an abandoned house is still an abandoned house if the tenant never returns and sometimes, just sometimes, the only person who can save you is yourself. There will be days you will stumble out … Continue reading One day ….

There’s something about the fall weather that stirs up a million feelings inside of you.  As I’m writing this, I’m sitting and listening to a jazz song so beautifull, and getting lost in the music. As I’m sitting here, I can’t help but just think about how lucky I am to be where I am right now and how amazed I am about how quickly life tends to pass you by. I feel like, in a way, we get into this trance —  always wanting the next best thing in life, that we never really stop to be grateful for the … Continue reading Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself…

“Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.” — John Donne, Meditation XVII – Meditation 17 Continue reading John Donne

Era na vida que se vivia E no sonho que se sonhava No sonho a alma ardia E a vida o corpo consumava… Continue reading …era

I have chimeras in my eyesBright with thirty candlesFrom sex jumps seedsExploding locomotivesI have hoarse gutsIn a rosary of my faithMy muscles are so fragilTo this network of intriguesMy Afro-latino soul criesImplodes, rips, squeezesAnd in my sleeping fingers wanderThe moon in my dreams wins Continue reading Chimeras

Friends, this body, our body, is a great ocean. Concealing reefs and sea vaults heaped up with jewels. Enter its secret rooms and light your own lamp. Within the body are gardens, rare orchards, peacocks, the inner Music. Within the body a lake — a vast market. Priceless — sell yourself for a profit you cannot spend. It is sacred… Continue reading This body

Pendant longtemps j’ai cru que l’absence est manque. Et je déplorais, ignorant, ce manque. Aujourd’hui je ne le déplore plus. Il n’y a pas de manque dans l’absence. L’absence est une présence en moi. Et je la sens, blanche, si bien prise, blottie dans mes bras, que je ris et danse et invente des exclamations joyeuses, parce que l’absence, cette absence incorporé, personne ne peut plus me la dérober. — Carlos Drummond de Andrade Continue reading Absence

Never-ending, And that is exactly what I will be, Tomorrow I may feel inner strength, Power in my veins, The feeling of solid ground under my feet, And that is exactly where I will be…❤ Continue reading Tomorrow…