Shall you depart due to hunger’s call? Does the rumbling of your belly hold sway over your heart? Shall you abandon me for the sake of garments to adorn your form? Behold, my treasure troves brim with exquisite linens! And if thirst consumes your being, fear not, for my bosom overflows with nourishment. It is yours, and yours alone, to quench the parched desires that dwell within. The intoxicating ecstasy of your love courses through my very being, akin to honey dissolving in water, a potent elixir infused with aromatic spices. It is as wine mingling with water, merging seamlessly, … Continue reading Hunger

Love is the prayer that the birds sing at dawn, a melodious offering to the universe that awakens the soul. It is the gentle caress of morning light, a warm embrace that promises the beauty of a new day. Love is the essence of blessings that weaves itself into the fabric of our lives, decorating our days with moments of grace and joy. It is to feel the color and weight of the bonds that tie us to one another, a tapestry of connection that is both vibrant and profound. Love is the knowledge that our reflection in life’s miracles … Continue reading Love

When someone comes to you with a dream that dances on the edge of possibility and impossibility, you hold within you the power to shape their journey. You can choose to join the chorus of voices that urge them to abandon their dreams, or you can become the beacon of belief they desperately need. You can be the one who stands apart, the one who believes in them. In the grand web of life, the creation of greatness is not solely the work of the exceptional individuals who bring them to fruition. It is also the echo of love and … Continue reading Make part of a dream

I am like this, a bit of a princess, a bit of a frog, a bit of a queen, a bit of a servant, slightly tired, always tense. People like me understand, understand a lot, they read themselves and read into others. Curled up within myself, I am fine; it’s with the world that I fight. I tell myself stories, I give myself fairy tales. I like to smile, rarely, but from the heart. I suffer quietly and remain still, even though I carry all my emotional earthquakes within. I take a deep breath and say things I regret I … Continue reading A bit of me

It’s the smallest habits shape the fabric of our lives.. The way you greet the morning light, the tenderness with which you speak to yourself, the books you immerse in, the shows that capture your imagination, the people you choose to share your energy with, and those you allow into your sacred space—all these choices weave together to define your existence. Each morning is a fresh beginning, a chance to set the tone for the day ahead. Treat yourself with kindness and compassion, for your inner dialogue creates the foundation of your self-worth. Select your readings and viewings with intention, … Continue reading Simple and Smallest Habits

L’amour amer ne deviendra jamais sucré par la force de votre volonté. Lâchez prise et acceptez que certaines choses, certaines personnes, ne sont pas faites pour durer dans votre vie. L’empathie est une qualité précieuse, mais elle ne changera pas les pierres en or. Le temps, tout aussi précieux qu’il soit, ne transformera pas le poison en miel. Soyez courageux, faites confiance à votre instinct et choisissez de vous entourer de ce qui nourrit votre âme et élève votre esprit. Prenez soin de vous, car vous méritez un amour et un bonheur authentiques, sans compromis. Lâchez prise, et ouvrez-vous à … Continue reading Si c’est toxique, laissez-le aller. La vie est trop courte pour s’attarder sur ce qui nous empoisonne. Arrêtez d’attendre une mauvaise situation pour vous sentir à nouveau bien, car le véritable bien-être commence par la libération.

Na pressa dos dias, entre telas que piscam e corações que se distraem, o amor parece ter virado artigo de museu. As pessoas colecionam encontros como quem acumula curtidas, e a solidão se disfarça em sorrisos rápidos. Mas há quem insista. Quem ainda acredita que riqueza não se mede em cifras, mas em olhares que se reconhecem. É nesse século apressado, onde ninguém ama ninguém, que o verdadeiro amor se torna um tesouro raro — uma contradição luminosa. Ele não precisa de palco, nem de plateia. Vive nos detalhes: no café que esfria porque a conversa aquece, no silêncio que … Continue reading Riqueza mesmo é ter um amor verdadeiro no século que ninguém ama ninguém…

Era uma tarde qualquer, dessas em que o sol parece mais contemplativo do que quente. Sentado no banco da praça, seu Joaquim observava o vai e vem das pessoas com a serenidade de quem já viu o mundo girar muitas vezes. Ao seu lado, um menino brincava com um carrinho de plástico, ignorando o tempo, o cansaço e até a gravidade. — A vida é estranha — murmurou Joaquim, mais para si do que para o menino. O garoto não respondeu, mas o carrinho parou. Como se tivesse ouvido. Joaquim continuou: — A gente chega sem nada, luta por tudo… … Continue reading Crônica: O Peso do Nada

The sky speaks in silences the soul understands. In the delicate curve of the crescent moon, there are unspoken promises, whispers of eternity. The colors that dance at dusk — orange, purple, gold — are brushstrokes of an invisible artist who needs no voice to touch the heart. When the sun bids farewell behind the mountains, the world seems to hold its breath. And in the instant the night opens like a veil, a comet streaks across infinity, reminding us that there is beauty even in transience. The sky does not write with letters. It writes with light, shadow, movement. … Continue reading The Silence of the Sky

Naquela manhã abafada de novembro, o país acordou com um barulho que não vinha das ruas, mas das entranhas da história. Jair Bolsonaro havia sido preso. Não foi um espetáculo, tampouco um alarde. Foi um silêncio. Um silêncio denso, como o de uma sala onde todos sabem o que aconteceu, mas ninguém quer ser o primeiro a dizer. Nas padarias, o pão saiu quente, mas os comentários frios. Nos grupos de WhatsApp, emojis substituíam argumentos. E nas esquinas, onde antes se gritava por liberdade ou intervenção, agora se cochichava sobre justiça. Foi então que me lembrei da frase estampada num … Continue reading Crônica: O Silêncio dos Inocentes