I’m the word in life, wide in this tiny body by my intentions of saying and listening to. I’m full gesture, I’m love involved in flesh and bones. The most dare failure of this called human being who makes mistakes, sin, but I stand tall. I’m the phases of the moon, although, so many times, I feel full, but of love that makes me what I’m on the faces of a single person who condense in an open smile, so persistent in saying: I am here, I live around there among versed words in a completely life real and mine, … Continue reading I am …

Vez em quando, careço de água, meu mar seca e percorro minha paisagem de clima árido, de ventos quentes e de vazios. É o tempo em que os pés machucam-se em passos mais árduos e em que alma padece de mais alimento. É o tempo em que é preciso usar as lágrimas para plantar as flores. É o tempo em que nada se tem à vista, apenas um caminho aparentemente despropositado e que, invariavelmente, precisa ser percorrido sozinho.   Vez em quando, transbordo de água, inundo a vida e percorro minha paisagem de ventos amenos e de sentimentos abundantes. É … Continue reading Vez em quando…

Sometimes you will try to lift up the corner of your skin like a bed sheet and show someone what’s underneath – your knots, your hurt, your histories – and they will dismiss it. I try so hard not to expect things from people, but they end up disappointing me anyway, and I end up disappointing me, too. And I spent last night in the city, our faces cold against the autumn wind, the full moon above us like an open mouth. We talked about our fears and insecurities, our hopes and expectations, and the instability of it all. The instability … Continue reading Stretches, stretches…

I’ve spent the last few days thinking about all the people I’ve ever felt very connected to, people who I have loved and who have not loved me, and people who have loved me but who I cannot ever love. And it’s provided me with some ideas. I am slowly starting to understand that all these people have something to teach me. How to love and how to not love, how to be kind and how to be unkind. The last few days have made me think about who will stay and who will leave. The people I can call … Continue reading Learning how to love…

Lay naked with yourself in a bed of fresh sheets on Saturday morning. Be bare and proud and vulnerable. Blush and peek through your fingers to note how the beams of light hit your stomach. Love yourself instead of seeking it in others. Whisper to your thighs with affection. Compare them to a vast landscape with streams and stories so they can begin to understand just how captivating they are. Artists dream of doing them justice. People travel for miles to take them in. Recite forgotten love notes to your hips. Let them know that deep down you’re sorry for … Continue reading Feel yourself…

We seek a thing that we can hold, feel and breath in. Never knowing that when we find it and lose it,we can never find it again. Not like we knew it before. The things may seem akin to what we sought but it never really is, it changes with each new blink of eyes,with every beat of different hearts. The music of the soul sounds new and and the feel of the rhythm to each beat is different to the ears that hear. We all love. We all love many times, but never, ever is it the same way … Continue reading We seek …

To find the words in my mind that fall from fingertips dipped in ink and smeared with the blood of thought. I cannot voice these things with sound, my throat clenches with the fear of spoken thoughts. There are too many things trapped inside, too many wants without recompense. Scattered and lost, some found through stumbling in the dark of my empty corners. These are the reasons why I am obsessed with words, this is why I spill blood through ink, onto pages real and lost. This is the meaning of me, the things that tie me to this world, … Continue reading Words…

I have shown people how I weave words or show emotions like a full cup brimming its foam into the edge. I have shown curiosity and wisdom in my charcoal eyes and smiled into kindness. I have listened to my surroundings, I have hovered, lingered and stayed until they realize I was listening all along. I felt me, as I sponge myself for their pain or happiness. I have journeyed six different sunrise and sunsets in six countries. I saw the colors that flounce before my eyes and what they bring into my soul. The dreams I make out with … Continue reading I have…

Demissionary of the submissive position, of the female madness when untreated, firm foot: to be a woman is to reinvent herself, is to construct identity, to conquer power. She discovers that there are only two options: whether to make a woman angry and determined or to go crazy. Submitting herself, ever! Mary was structured in anger. She needed to receive, to recover substance, intensity. She looked at the city and felt the cement inside. She needed to cure the emptiness: while the cars run, she howled inside. She was ready for life with poetry, otherwise, it would be misplaced, shipwrecked. … Continue reading To all Marias…

All the kisses I’ve ever been given, today I feel them on my mouth. And my knees feel them, the reckless ones placed there through the holes in my jeans while I sat on a car hood or a broken sofa in somebody’s basement, stoned, the way I was in that day, still amazed that boys and even men would want to lower their beautiful heads like horses drinking from a river and taste me. The back of my neck feels them, my hair swept aside to expose the nape, and my breasts tingle the way they did when my … Continue reading All the kisses…