Hoje faz dez anos que você partiu, mãe.Dez anos que o céu ganhou uma estrela e eu ganhei uma saudade que não tem fim.Mas hoje, mais do que a dor, quero falar do amor.Mais do que a ausência, quero lembrar da presença.Mais do que o adeus, quero celebrar tudo o que você me ensinou. Você me ensinou a olhar o mundo com delicadeza.A cuidar das pessoas com o coração inteiro.A respeitar o tempo das coisas, mesmo quando ele parece injusto.Você me ensinou que paciência é força, que silêncio também fala,e que o amor verdadeiro não grita — ele acolhe. Com … Continue reading Carta à minha mãe, que vive em mim

To claim that religion is necessary to restrain one’s behavior is to unwittingly confess that, absent divine surveillance and celestial reward or punishment, one’s moral compass would spin wildly into chaos. It is a startling admission—not of piety, but of latent barbarism held at bay only by metaphysical threats. Such a stance does not elevate religion; it debases the individual. It suggests that virtue is not chosen but coerced, that goodness is not intrinsic but externally imposed. This argument, often deployed in moments of rhetorical desperation, reveals more about the speaker than about the divine. It is the last refuge … Continue reading A Thought…

I do not want to be a ghost haunting my own life. I refuse to become a shadow, a mere echo of someone else’s dreams, lost in the pursuit of mediocrity. I will not allow others’ opinions to overshadow the essence of who I am. Everyone is my equal, and I will never forget that. Perfection, to me, is a myth, and I do not desire to find joy in others’ flaws. I reject the role of the know-it-all, for humility and gratitude are the true markers of wisdom. I embrace the sun and the rain with open arms, fearing … Continue reading Masterpiece

The forest sang a long, mournful song, a sad harmony that echoed through the trees. The colorful feather ornaments held the essence of Brazil, with yellows, greens, blues, and vibrant reds reflecting the beauty of the land. The music of the forest and streams created a vibrant symphony, a celebration of life. Yet, in an instant, the mood shifted. The joy dissolved, replaced by a deep sorrow that resonated through the flowering forest. A lament filled the air, a poignant cry that silenced the once lively world. The forest stood still. Silent. A profound quietness enveloped the trees, as if … Continue reading Lament

I closed my eyes to commit a sin, far from the river of sleep. Its soothing song lured me, tempting me to uncover its deep secrets. On its lofty banks, my hopes and dreams lament, their tears reaching the riverbed. Carrying my wishes, the river lent a shoulder to my woes, swallowing forever my failures—failures I never meant. On its shores, I dethroned a sunrise, reducing it to mere flames, clinging to a fading twilight. I proudly laid my claim and built a castle of sand, my kingdom of chimera. Under the genial light of hope, I reveled in my … Continue reading Zenith

Today, I ask life to be a blessing and a necessary abandonment so that what remains of me from now on is my redemption, so that tomorrows may welcome and receive me as another, whole. So that the next page is blank, and the heart, filled. So that among my mistakes, there is also my own forgiveness. Among my tight spots, a horizon where I honor my possibilities. This is why I write, as a prayer, to ignite light, as a plea for absolution of my own conscience; as a plea for the renunciation of fears that do not define … Continue reading Prayer in a Prose

…the poet’s words are his lovers: all pregnant with dreams, carrying the weight of hope and fantasy in their literary wombs. Each syllable, a breath of life, each verse, a promise of worlds yet to be born. In the poet’s hands, the words intertwine in a seductive dance, enchanted by the glow of infinite creativity. They are seeds planted in the fertile soil of imagination, ready to blossom into stories that transcend time and space, weaving realities where logic gives way to the impossible and the heart finds its home in the most beautiful utopias. In the poet’s words, each … Continue reading Pregnant with Dreams

I will write about the pain. I will speak about my wars. Every day isn’t about planting seeds, watering my roots, and waiting for the season when the flowers in my backyard will grow. Some seasons come with battles but remembering that the Universe has already won it all brings relief to my bones. Just like pain, there is joy. There is peace and love attached to my name. Beatriz. Maria. Júlia. Nathália. Isabel. Cristina. Lina. Janete. My name is kindness. I am a lover. I am light. I am the Daughter of stars, so are you! In the quiet … Continue reading Reflections on Pain, Love, and Resilience

I’m sorry if my responses sound silly to you at times, but I’ve become increasingly bored with how fake things are. If you want to see my serious side, if you want to witness my eyes gleaming with enthusiasm, ask me about love instead. Ask me about kindness and tenderness. Ask me about openness of heart and compassion for all… These words are like a fresh breeze in a world growing stale. Imagine a place where authenticity reigns, where hearts beat to the rhythm of genuine connection. In that world, silly responses would fade away, replaced by earnest exchanges that … Continue reading Ask me about kindness

As I navigate this inner landscape, I am both the wanderer and the warrior, grappling with the unseen forces that stir within me. The cacophony of my soul is a symphony of contradictions, where joy and sorrow, hope and despair, dance in a delicate balance. Each emotion is a brushstroke on the canvas of my heart, painting a picture that is uniquely mine. In the stillness of the night, when the world is hushed, I can hear the whispers of my soul. They speak of dreams unfulfilled, and desires unspoken, of love lost and found. It is in these moments … Continue reading Turbulent Emotions