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…

I live, even though I attest my incompetence to living well. Despite appetites and desires, I did not learn to devour the world without destroying me together to it. I fear the inability to deal with me and everything that orbits around me: fears, passions, hurts, pleasures, anxieties, sorrows. There are no weights to my chest. The intense ones drag me all away from me. I train myself for survival protecting me in a character I create walking on the shallow without any excess that overturns me. I curse what I condemn and lose what I love. My feelings are … Continue reading My incompetence …

I want a word for the almost-home. that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar that subway stops whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing that first glimpse of the skyline that you never loved until you left it behind. what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams? is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to, comfortably exhausted? i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street, for seeing your city on the horizon, for flying homewards down your highway. give me a word for the boundary … Continue reading A word…

I’m the word in life, wide in this tiny body by my intentions of saying and listening to. I’m full gesture, I’m love involved in flesh and bones. The most dare failure of this called human being who makes mistakes, sin, but I stand tall. I’m the phases of the moon, although, so many times, I feel full, but of love that makes me what I’m on the faces of a single person who condense in an open smile, so persistent in saying: I am here, I live around there among versed words in a completely life real and mine, … Continue reading I am …

Vez em quando, careço de água, meu mar seca e percorro minha paisagem de clima árido, de ventos quentes e de vazios. É o tempo em que os pés machucam-se em passos mais árduos e em que alma padece de mais alimento. É o tempo em que é preciso usar as lágrimas para plantar as flores. É o tempo em que nada se tem à vista, apenas um caminho aparentemente despropositado e que, invariavelmente, precisa ser percorrido sozinho.   Vez em quando, transbordo de água, inundo a vida e percorro minha paisagem de ventos amenos e de sentimentos abundantes. É … Continue reading Vez em quando…

Sometimes you will try to lift up the corner of your skin like a bed sheet and show someone what’s underneath – your knots, your hurt, your histories – and they will dismiss it. I try so hard not to expect things from people, but they end up disappointing me anyway, and I end up disappointing me, too. And I spent last night in the city, our faces cold against the autumn wind, the full moon above us like an open mouth. We talked about our fears and insecurities, our hopes and expectations, and the instability of it all. The instability … Continue reading Stretches, stretches…

I’ve spent the last few days thinking about all the people I’ve ever felt very connected to, people who I have loved and who have not loved me, and people who have loved me but who I cannot ever love. And it’s provided me with some ideas. I am slowly starting to understand that all these people have something to teach me. How to love and how to not love, how to be kind and how to be unkind. The last few days have made me think about who will stay and who will leave. The people I can call … Continue reading Learning how to love…

Lay naked with yourself in a bed of fresh sheets on Saturday morning. Be bare and proud and vulnerable. Blush and peek through your fingers to note how the beams of light hit your stomach. Love yourself instead of seeking it in others. Whisper to your thighs with affection. Compare them to a vast landscape with streams and stories so they can begin to understand just how captivating they are. Artists dream of doing them justice. People travel for miles to take them in. Recite forgotten love notes to your hips. Let them know that deep down you’re sorry for … Continue reading Feel yourself…

We seek a thing that we can hold, feel and breath in. Never knowing that when we find it and lose it,we can never find it again. Not like we knew it before. The things may seem akin to what we sought but it never really is, it changes with each new blink of eyes,with every beat of different hearts. The music of the soul sounds new and and the feel of the rhythm to each beat is different to the ears that hear. We all love. We all love many times, but never, ever is it the same way … Continue reading We seek …