I‘ve perpetually struggled with choosing between my heart and my head. While my emotions can be intense, overwhelming, and erratic at times, my logical, analytical, commonsensical brain is a voice of equal strength. So I’m constantly caught in the middle of an intense battle.  More and more, I’ve listened to the passion inside. I should probably explain — I am an artist. I don’t usually say this to people because it sounds paltry and flat compared to the inspiration, passion, and endless fountain of intense emotions that boil inside me that I feel the need to express and to release. Maybe it’s … Continue reading My emotions, so intense as a waterfall

Maybe it was the eyes, they are the windows of the soul, and perhaps he had a beautiful soul. And that is the reason why his eyes attract and betray, they called her to the bottom of a dark and palatable sea. Black eyes were so dark that they were so hard to know what to expect inside. Black eyes, she thought and loved them. They were stagnant, paralyzed, only the eyes and the sound of waves crashing in the rocks night, also black and sober, equally hard and old. They looked like they were salted-water as his dark face … Continue reading Like black a horse…

Being beautiful is more than how many people you can get to look at you, or how others perceive you at a single glance. It’s about what you live for. It’s about what defines you. It’s about the depth of your heart, and what makes you unique. It’s about being who you are and living out your life honestly. It’s about those little quirks that make you, you. People who are only attracted to you because of your pretty face or nice body won’t stay by your side forever. But the people who can see how beautiful your heart is … Continue reading Being beautiful…

“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 out … Continue reading I have seen …

There are parts of me that have died in these past years, some parts slowly, some timely … living out their lifespan, some brutally been put to sleep, throttled by my own murderous hands, I am trying to find sanity in my reality. Some outlive their due time and cling on for dear life… some I let go, some let go of me, but these I buried alive, and so they come back to haunt me. While some parts die so many new buds have sprouted changing the aspects of my personality, I branch out in new different directions… growing, changing, budding, blossoming, blooming, withering, … Continue reading There are parts…

What is it our eyes are scanning the world for? The one being who can see us? Who can look through these artificial imaginary layers and whose eyes can SEE our soul, curled up, smiling, laughing…invisible to everyone else… Is it also our journey to be discovered by another? I can see my soul… why the yearning for acknowledgement to feel complete, to validate my own existence, the need to share to feel truly Alive? Transparent, invisible and cellophane to all, why the need for visibility in at least that one eye… my eyes search externally to seek the recognition … Continue reading Sharing…

What he liked most was the mystery of the stars. So in love, all he had to do with that feeling in his chest; he knew he could not even read a book full of theories and explanations — that would spoil everything — he used to think they were just encrusted nail holes in the dark fabric of heaven. Holes that indiscreetly revealed a little of what was out there from his heart… ♥ Continue reading His heart…

There was a time, so many years ago when I sang in our local community church, in Congonhas do Campo city, and whenever the part where a basket is passed around so people can drop what was called a ‘love offering’, we would play a song with words taken from the bible, it goes “give and it will come back to you.” Or something like that. Most everyone, including the people whom I know were so poor that they don’t know how or if they’re going to eat the next day would drop their last penny in hopes of future … Continue reading Love offering…