Build a home, and call it love. Let its walls be your sanctuary, a place where the echoes of the world fade into a gentle hum. Let it be your solitude, a refuge that cradles your heart in its gentle embrace. This home, yours and only yours, is the canvas of your soul, painted with the hues of your dreams and desires. Write a book, and call it home. Fill its pages with the essence of your being, speaking of what is and what is not. Let your words carve out a place of belonging, a testament to the journey … Continue reading Build a Home

Hand in weathered hand, we waltz through life, blissfully unaware of the cracks beneath our feet. Petals fall around us, each one a delicate note chiming as it meets the earth. We are enveloped by rivers of sound, flowing around us, guiding our steps in a gentle dance. Our eyes, unwavering, remain locked in cool coiling oblivion, wrapped in the lazy light of an eternal afternoon. In this sacred moment, our souls take flight, soaring beyond the mundane. Here, in this dance of connection and serenity, you are never alone. The rhythm of our hearts beats in unison, a timeless … Continue reading Waltz

Take that thing that happened to you and whisper it to your shower head. Let the warm water wash it away, carrying it down the drain alongside the dirt of the day. Set a fire and dance around the flames, spit that thing into the blue blaze and watch it dissolve into the brilliance of burning. Hold it in your hand, fold it like those little paper fortune tellers from childhood, but do not let it dictate your future; crush it in your fist. Return to that place where it all began, roll that thing into a cigarette, light it, … Continue reading Take all bad things …

Era um Château Margaux, agradável bebê-lo sozinho… embora a garrafa dissesse “compartilhável”, eu decidi que ela não sabia do que estava falando. Afinal, quem melhor do que eu para apreciar cada nota frutada, cada suspiro de carvalho francês e cada gota de uva que provavelmente teve uma infância mais feliz que a minha? A noite estava calma, o sofá receptivo, e o silêncio da casa só era quebrado pelo som do vinho se servindo — um glub-glub que soava como poesia líquida. Eu até considerei colocar uma música ambiente, mas achei que seria uma falta de respeito com o vinho. … Continue reading Château Margaux e o Silêncio

Poverty transcends the mere absence of money. It is a harrowing state of isolation, vulnerability, humiliation, and mistrust. It strips away the ability to distinguish between employers, exploiters, and abusers, blurring the lines until they become indistinguishable. It holds in contempt the simplistic illusion of meritocracy—the false belief that one’s efforts alone determine their rewards. It is the heart-wrenching knowledge that your mother, with her arthritic joints, relentless insomnia, and post-traumatic stress disorder, continues to work late into the night. She waits tables for less than minimum wage or pushes a janitor’s cart, cleaning the excrement-filled toilets of polished professionals. … Continue reading Poverty

A word of advice to all those who govern entire nations from the comfort of plush chairs, padded with money and steeped in power: come down here, to the real world. To all those who dispense teachings and encouragement from the golden pulpit of television, and to those who, hidden behind a microphone and perched atop a cloud of illusion, urge us to think positively and be optimistic: try living the reality we face every day. To the filthy rich who regret not having a “normal existence,” I suggest a simple leap outside your bubbles of privilege. Come and see … Continue reading Get your bearings, man!

The world will slap you in the face. You will be kicked in the teeth and you will ache in places where you did not know you had bones. You will bleed. This is certain because you are so small and you are no match. No, you will crawl in the dirt and you will starve for days and days. Your home will perish because nothing in the world is certain. Someday soon your mind will zip free like an uncoiling cassette tape. The black film will spin out of control and in your delusion you will feel so wonderful. … Continue reading Stand up!

In the universe of my own existence, I am a solitary pilgrim, always in search of what I will never find. I, who will never get used to myself, see myself as an enigma to be unraveled, an incomplete melody. The burning desire for the world, in all its rawness and magnificence, not to scandalize me, guides me like a compass of dreams and hopes. It is in the constant struggle between wanting to be and not recognizing oneself that my essence resides. The world, vast and unpredictable, stands before me as a challenge, and I, even without fully understanding … Continue reading My Universe

Success is a deeply personal and unique concept for each of us. Yet, we live in a society where success is often defined by external standards—by what others have decided it should be. One of the most common inner struggles I witness among awakening souls is the quiet, persistent feeling of “not being good enough,” rooted in fear of what others might think. Personal worth is still frequently measured by visible accomplishments—material possessions, exams passed, properties acquired, certificates earned, goals achieved, and targets met. More often than not, the greatest measure of success is how much validation and approval one … Continue reading February 4, 2015 at 11:14 PM

For I have seen it used as a balm for loneliness, a mask for desire, a promise made with trembling lips and broken by trembling hands. I have heard it in songs that fade, in vows that shatter, in stories that end too soon. And yet, I have seen it manifest so rarely—like a rare bloom that only opens under the right moonlight. Do not speak of it at all. Most people do not understand that love is not a word to be spoken—it is a presence to be felt. It is the silence between two souls who understand each … Continue reading Do not speak so lightly of love.