I saw a boy, his eyes sparkled like thousands of stars, dreaming of a time the men can be equals, he thought that by himself he could swim in this sea of people; he had loosed the rope of ignorance and would be free. He is in captivity and he wanted to be like others and flies freely in the sky. He relished the feeling of the wind caressing his hair and face, lifting his spirits up. He looked at the sky, unperturbed and almost still, in spite of all the noise and movement around him. The life tracks at … Continue reading The Boy’s Eyes

Cœurs profonds, esprits sages, prenez la vie comme Dieu la fait ; c’est une longue épreuve, une préparation inintelligible à la destinée inconnue : cette destinée, la vraie, commence pour l’homme à la première marche de l’intérieur du tombeau, alors il lui apparaît quelque chose, et il commence à distinguer le définitif : le définitif, songez à ce mot. Les vivants voient l’infini ; le définitif ne se laisse voir qu’aux morts. En attendant, aimez et souffrez, espérez et contemplez. Malheur, hélas ! à qui n’aura aimé que des corps, des formes, des apparences ! La mort lui ôtera tout … Continue reading Les misérables

We were only children then sitting behind too-small desks, worn wood and tracing signatures but we hadn’t found each other yet so we kept ourselves warm in printed paper blankets and read ourselves bedtime stories in whispers at night, I wished for you on stars before I realised the sky was full of lies, years later you told me you had done the same and like me you had packed your hopes in a suitcase for better days because both of us were always destined to be runaways so I’m left here hiding amongst the words I never said, folding … Continue reading On stars…

If you look into my eyes not just at them into them, real deep you will see the things of which I dream…❤️🙏 Continue reading Dreams…

Therefore let us all have our own ‘little madness’, our own stubborn mind, full of spirit to go through walls and to resist all storms which we may face. Looking through the for, going through hurricanes, with our heads high up in the clouds, knowing that if we want we will be able not only to work at our dreams, but to get there in some time at the goal where we are reaching for. Good luck! ❤ 🍀 Continue reading Let us …

Never apologize yourself for being who you are, much less for doing something or for not doing what is good for you. Stop apologizing for not meeting the pattern. You do not have to do anything and you just have to do what works for you, which really matters to you. Do not feel guilty or misplaced, the world does not understand who you are and people try to put you in a glass jar, but you are giant, you are very strong, a small jar cannot contain you. That’s why you’re always taking up so much space and drawing … Continue reading Happy Women’s Day!

She had lost herself a few times along the way, but when she was lost it was the moment she recognized herself more. Her days have been heavier, but her mind is still noisy reminding her of the things she has stopped dreaming. Woman, who smiles with her eyes, who seeks with her soul. Who touches with her heart. Who goes beyond her own limit. Who is challenging. She, when she does, she does. She got tired of waiting and went to get it, not matter what. That’s why she is in a hurry like that. Speaking fast. With her … Continue reading Owner of all fucking thing…

No, not the name of your home town, or where you came from, or whether or not you have someone who you love. How you see this chaotic world and how you face it… I want to know if your brows furrow when you think, and if your eyes change color when you think about your dreams and they keep you up all night long. I want to know how many pillows you use when you sleep, and the last thought in your head before you do. I want to know what makes you cry, and if you ever pray. … Continue reading I just want to know…

É incrível o que esse ódio visceral pode provocar nas pessoas, elas se acham no direito de nos interpelar e dizer o que devemos fazer, em tudo, na área acadêmica, no dia a dia etc. Apesar de ter dedicado mais de vinte e cindo anos da minha vida estudando, sempre digo que estou aprendendo, nunca paramos de aprender, a vida é isso ‘aprendizagem’, às vezes aprendemos com pessoas simples que não têm nível universitário, e muitas vezes nem sabem ler ou escrever. Pois bem, uma pessoa oriunda desse mundinho obsoleto cheio de preconceito e ódio, região onde a ignorância brota … Continue reading Cansada…