He came, he took me when there was no way; he won me. He came like a fine rain, as the train in station, as passion to fifteen and first kiss to the twelve, as coffee in the morning, as scribble on the back of my notebook with my raw drawings, as clueless time. Immediately beforehand, I undid my business and sent all them beyond to Marrakech, waiting only that he was the solution for my insane mind. He took away the bitterness that was inside of my chest, all my damn clichés, the sound of my laughter, my comic … Continue reading He…

I’m no painter Just an amateur But I love carving words Out of the images That I have inside my head. A parallel world More realistic in my reveries Where love is my target People are my canvas and The stories that I take from them…❤ Continue reading I am not…

It is the details that fill our lives with beauty. A caring, attention, a kindness, a tender look, these are what inflate inside us, they are what feed us with love. The problem is that, as time goes by, we get used to our loved ones and we forget how every gesture, every look, and every smile are so special, so important for all of us. We get used to the loved one by our side. We think that we will have another day to appreciate those little demonstrations of affection, and without warning, the ones we were used to, … Continue reading The urgency of love …

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…

When they ask me how love should be, I will say it should be light. The answer may even lead to confusion. Perhaps, many do not understand that love should be loose, never heavy, even with all this feeling exploding in our chest, it may be an option, no a tax or obligation, because love is free, something light, pure and sincere. Fraternal, friendly, eternal, carnal… When you look at the beloved one with a smile full of tenderness, this small act, this clash of looks generates an avalanche of emotion making us feel life pulsing inside you. We need … Continue reading Love should be …

I wish I feel your warmth, ravage me, save your modesty. Turns me forward, look at my eyes, my flesh is warm, taste me, again, again, over again. Do not be in silence, whisper dirty things in my ear, our moan is poetry and you boil inside me. Love, the time is running out! Break the clock, close your eyes and let us go back in time… let us do poetry again, you are my favorite verses, the Gods nectar for my body… ❤ Continue reading I wish …

Nowadays our status quo is our job, the fame, our possessions, the clothes we wear, the image we have of ourselves to fit us in a consumerist society. We reject everything that is unknown to us or our littleness makes us believe, we surround ourselves with judgemental ideas, prejudices, we love the deifying of our ‘self’. Our ego inflames itself when we say that we work hard, we say that we have no time for anything but we overwork to finally buy more, to display more and we live less not enjoying  life in its fullness. When we meet someone, … Continue reading Go…

I lost myself between the heavy lines of traffic and the song playing on the radio. The rain triggered me to pull away from myself and everything else around. In the middle of the stop light and the go signal, where I am challenged to go deeper into something else. In the meadows of what if’s and what’s. In the clear blue skies where the sunlight burns the ends of my soul in Minas Gerais’ sky, Congonhas do Campo city, Ouro Preto city, Mariana city… In the baroque arts from old churches, where the devil keeps fighting with angels among … Continue reading Where I lost myself …

The human condition, and this is the commonplace of all literature, there is a fundamental absurdity while a relentless greatness. Both agree, of course. We  repeat in the ridiculous divorce that separates our excesses of the soul and the perishable joys of our body. The absurdity is that the soul of the body exceeds so inordinately. To display this nonsense, you must bring it to life in a game of parallel contrasts. Thereby,  Kafka expresses the tragedy by the everyday  events and the absurd by logical. The Greek tragedy is rich in lessons in this regard. In a tragic work, … Continue reading Change and believe…

You have to experience yourself. While we do not take a good deal of world’s poison, our eyes will always burn by the lack of habit. Beauty is the only cure for fanaticism, because it reaches directly at will. It does not help a poisoned intelligence. The scope of the reason is the questions and the doubt, and it is in this abysm that I have the strength for truth, therefore, it is part of it, the truth is plurality, light and doubt. The custom of full assurance is the scepter of idiots… Saturating the opinions, positions and prejudices, debug … Continue reading You have to experience yourself