I do not actually know who I am. I have tried to calculate my value, but I always find a smile and my paradise is where I am, why are we like this? Creating concepts for everything that’s left? Girls are witches or fairies, clown is a man all painted of jokes! Blue sky is the roof of the world! Dream is something that is inside of my pillow…♥ Teatro Mágico Continue reading I never know…

Life is made up of cycles. Fortunately! Curiously, however, although we perfectly know so well about this, we are always trying (in vain) to attain the supposed permanence. We hope voraciously that things will remain, that the good moments stay and – utopia of utopias – that people will stay forever by our side. Rare is the people who stay. Most of them go their way, bumping into so many other people, breaking new ground. The Greek philosopher Heraclitus, in the mid-fifth century BC, already said that “everything flows, everything is continually transformed”. There is nothing to be fixed, nothing … Continue reading Life is made up…

Chapter 1 Take the pieces and make hope. Dust up the cracks and sprinkle them over the page and watch the world form beneath them. Chapter 2 Tear pieces of your heart and stain the words in red. Give them anger. Give them love. Chapter 15 Make war. Let storms, in all their fury, teach you the art of wreckage and bask in the peace buried in the rubble. Chapter 45 Take a sword and learn to write, while the pain seeps into parchment. Take the monster and give it a soul. Have its actions haunt you. The Final Chapter … Continue reading Over pages…

She, made by sugar, wanted to drink other poisons; this oath would find her happiness with: starting to keep this great desire to escape. She wanted to evoke the most delicate blue to her eyes and the smartest way to be innocent again, with no time to feel shortages. For this, she occupied herself with the word, only one, that she could use all the letters and sounds to not just suffice that could demand herself tears, breasts and hopes. A word that was so done of everything to explain to her everything that did not embrace her out, completely. … Continue reading made by sugar…

When I began my degree in February 1986, a lot of things changed rapidly. I was more out of my comfort zone than I’ve ever been. Things improved but I was very afraid that I was spinning wildly into the air and losing my feet. I was holding back because I was afraid I’d get ahead of myself. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be aware if I got on my high horse. I was happy making my dreams a reality, but I was afraid that I’d lose a sense of reality. I’ve learned that it’s ok to be happy. … Continue reading Memories…

Being with someone you love is an incredible feeling, you can’t really put it into words. But for me, it’s when you’re standing right next to each other and you still can’t even begin to gather up the thoughts of how that person makes you feel. It’s when you’re laying down, day dreaming about them, replaying your memories and experiences together. It’s when you’re really sad about something, or need someone to talk to and they’re always there to listen. It’s wanting to hold them every chance you get, for how ever long. It’s when you think about them that … Continue reading Love… true love

Love is the fusion of opposites in the understanding of feelings, thoughts, and attitudes. It is mutual tolerance, motivated by intense compatibility. True love has moved beyond the blindness of mere attraction. You have become enlightened, recognizing the strengths and weaknesses in the object of your love without being disillusioned or disappointed. True love is total adjustment to the other person, so that he or she becomes the most important person to you in the world. Love is motivation for communication, for it takes more energy to communicate than to copulate. Love is not possessive, for it has no need … Continue reading Love is the fusion, fuel…

Chances are that we’re in a completely different place in the world. Chances are that I’m in a city that is nothing like yours, or maybe it’s eerily similar to it. I can’t pretend to begin to know the lives of the people whose eyes are passing by these very words that I have typed. Even if I attempted to predict it, I probably end up being wrong over a thousand times. Or maybe, if you looked a bit closer, my story is a lot more similar to yours than you could ever imagine. Maybe you’re just as lost I … Continue reading A Story A Lot Like Yours…