Some years ago I developeded a website for a company and after a few months the owner of that company invited me to teach English to him and his family. They were very wealthy people, their wealth included a elegant apartment in Manhattan, New York city, yet they lacked common courtesy. Well, it was election time in Brazil, and in the city of Sao Paulo Fernando Haddad from the Labor Party won the elections. The same politician who is running for the presidency in this election. I became very close to that family of three people who I taught English … Continue reading Bitter times…

My past is not my own, but a child of generations reborn inside of me, I am the womb; the bearer of a history that has yet to be born …❤ Continue reading My passion…

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I don’t remember when we are suppose to realize that our bodies are made out of poems, but I remember the first time I found a poem tucked in my vein. The words had stained my skin and I could not find a way to forget poetry. Ink was left in my palms and at the time I could not write poems and I did not know how to tear of skin. By writing poems, I understood that they were not meant to rust in our ribcage, but lay underneath the butterflies that have swallowed the poems from our skin….❤ Continue reading I don’t remember…

I am a collective of souls. I am all their hopes, all their dreams. I am both their greatest disappointment and most cherished possession. I am everyone and everything. Or at least it used to feel as if I had to be. I am. Whatever that means. Whatever that is. I don’t know. Once I was a daughter. Once I was a friend. Maybe even an enemy. Once I was a lover. Once I was comfort. Once I was anger. Once I was an inspiration. Once I was nothing. Once I was all. And now I am. I am less … Continue reading Souls

If you choose to give yourself away, piece by piece, you have to be willing to let go of those parts of you. Instead of looking at those empty spaces as places that you need to fill as soon as possible which leads to things like heartbreak, falling out or into yourself, sadness, and an insurmountable loneliness — instead look at those spaces as places for you to grow into. it’s breathing room. Fill them with your breath. It’s very nice to feel light, sometimes. you can always rebuild what you lost, but it’s unfair for you to ask for … Continue reading If you …