Ego stimulates your emotional authoritarianism, or reaffirms your certainties, which are as absolute as they are vain. It is in the embrace of diversity that true growth and understanding flourish. In the tapestry of life, we are woven together by the threads of our experiences, beliefs, and perspectives. Each individual brings a unique hue to the canvas, painting a picture that is vibrant and rich. It is through the interplay of these diverse colors that we find the true beauty and meaning of existence. Over time, we come to realize that the relationships that hold the most significance are those … Continue reading Intimate feelings

Todas as vezes que tenho a triste notícia da passagem de alguém conhecido para o lócus divino, este, no qual, passamos a vida tentando entender a sua forma descritiva de espaço, fico a pensar na fragilidade do tempo que nos dispuseram nesse plano terreno e nas suas advertências. Somos constantemente advertidos por situações que nos propiciam consequências antagônicas de convivência. Estamos a todo tempo a nos aproximar, tanto quanto nos distanciar das pessoas por situações diversas. Por atropelos de interpretações, por divergências de opiniões, por falta de silêncio, pela demasia das palavras, por traição, por desrespeito ao próximo, por falta … Continue reading Janelas

“I’ve seen love, and I follow the speed of the starlight… and now I select you, slow now I let you see how I stun…”  I’ve seen love, as the aftermath of a nuclear catastrophe. The flurry of fallout particles drifting down like snowflakes caught in my lashes, blurring my vision. When I close my eyes, I can still see blotches of light, ghostly impression of the explosion burned into my retinas.  I’ve heard love, as the ringing in my ears that never subsided. It keeps me awake at night. The sound of love is a dull, persistent hum that drowns … Continue reading I’ve seen love…

Forgive me. I failed to hear your voice, and in the silence feared that you had left me. I had trained my ears to hear a booming sound. I yearned for a clear bell, straining to hear the call that would surely come. The loud shout that would rise over the fog with conviction. I raged and wept and writhed in the vast silence my mind perceived. It assaulted my every sense. Why would you not make yourself known to me? I, who strained so earnestly to hear your command. In my presumptuous overreaching I deafened myself to the soft, … Continue reading Forgive me

I am bound, leaf on leaf. Human hands have carved me in the still night, long before electricity and motorcars were conceived. Blood, sweat and patience have been the markers of my birth. I am the final charcoal black and I can be swallowed up by the flame of the very candle that helped my maker see. I am a creation, a small thing. Fingertips have brushed my lines and they have passed me on— father to child, lover to lover, stranger to stranger. I am here now. This immediate presence within the stacks of wood that teems with silverfish. … Continue reading I am bound …

We’re lonely people. But that shouldn’t be a surprise. From a distance, we’re all just specks. Just small. And we’re certainly not made to last for a long time. When we are born, the world is a different one. We are yet unaware of our own mortality. But we see death all around us. We witness the defeat of an ant against our deliberate footsteps. There may be a time when we have to bear witness to the passing of someone close to us. For just a moment, all of the music stops. The world is tilted upside down and … Continue reading Love…

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. You must remember when she forgets. You lose her when you don’t notice … Continue reading This is how you lose her…

When the pen is the word of my mind… The words should come out of my mouth, but the words have no meaning to me than in writing. They come one after the other, spoken they block me, they are rocking my thoughts and my feelings plunge into shock, the white paper is intended to euthanasia liberating a communication which I have never been close … My mouth closes, my heart opens and it is the sound of my emotions on paper that covers the silence. I do not seek beauty, sincerity and intensity of my writings forcefully convey the … Continue reading When the pen is the word of my mind…

Sometimes I get so tired. Closed doors, keys that do not open the closed doors, the anguish for not yet knowing how to open them. The will that weaves its nest in the most verdant branches and passes times hatching the eggs that seem that they will not break anymore. The waiting for the flight of the butterflies that take the pupas to get rid of the cocoons. The repeated emergence of the ‘Not’ when our lives prepares restless banquets to welcome the ‘Yes.’ The ‘almost’ that goes on so long that it seems to be endless. And, lurking, always … Continue reading Sometimes I get so tired…

… It was forgetting to wear my watch because I had rendered time irrelevant. The days had become lost in sun and wind and an armored heart became no way to live. My mistake was resting my head on his shoulder while we softly spoke about music. It was letting the atmospheric and airy sounds flood inside us. I realized how futile it was to try to hold the ocean in my hands. Waves erode through action and patience as the steel inside me dissolved away. A place outside of everything, where the world was what I wanted it to … Continue reading My mistake…