Fate, the fickle trickster, plays with our hearts like a puppeteer pulling the strings of destiny. It dangles the promise of happiness before our eager eyes, only to snatch it away at the last moment, leaving us feeling like foolish dreamers chasing after an elusive mirage. We are told that fate is a cruel jester, offering us empty hands while whispering sweet promises in our ears. It teases us with the possibility of joy and fulfillment, only to laugh as we stumble and fall in our pursuit of it. We are left feeling like hapless fools, duped by fate’s cruel … Continue reading Fate …

Wouldn’t it be a most wondrous day when the self-proclaimed followers of Christ truly embodied his teachings? When they stood alongside the marginalized and the downtrodden, speaking out against injustice and lifting the voices of the oppressed. Imagine a world where the tenets of love, compassion, and empathy were not just spoken, but lived out in every action and every decision. In this world, the weary would find solace, the broken would find mending, and the forgotten would find their voices amplified. It would be a day of true unity, where the plight of the oppressed was not just acknowledged, … Continue reading A glorious day!

Unlove me, for I am but a silent and fragile wanderer, lost among the autumn leaves, feeling the weight of the world in each raindrop that falls. These words, they cut and choke, blinding my eyes in windows that reflect a weariness with the world. Disarm me with your smiles, unlove me for the shameful mistakes that stain my soul. Let the sunsets and goodbyes bleed me, as I leave home and forget about the promise of spring. For I am dying of love, suffocating under its weight. Unlove me, release me from the chains of affection that bind me, … Continue reading Unlove me …

Eu confesso que já andei perdida neste mundo de meu Deus, sem destino, às vezes nem sentia os meu pés tocar o chão (acho que vou escrever uma canção sobre isso). No labirinto da vida, é fácil deixar de lado quem somos. A rotina nos engole, as obrigações se acumulam, e, sem perceber, começamos a nos afastar de nós mesmos. Cada passo dado em direção aos compromissos cotidianos nos leva mais longe de nossa essência, de nossos sonhos e desejos mais profundos. É uma jornada sutil e silenciosa. Um dia, olhamos no espelho e a pessoa que nos encara de … Continue reading Se perdendo e se achando

Even religion cannot perceive the sins of men. Even belief cannot comprehend the disarray of society. Everything is power, and nothing satisfies. What is the balance of our existence? Can time be hurried? Is it allowed to build illusions? What is your level of adaptation? Is it in learning daily? Or by standing still, remaining indifferent to what surrounds you? Are we mutable or learners? Are we reason or emotion? What moves your existence? In the intricate tapestry of life, we grapple with questions that have no easy answers. Religion, in its myriad forms, seeks to decode the moral codes … Continue reading Search

I painted smiles to adorn my silence. With eyes tightly shut, I whispered secrets of enchantment, confessing to the moon and stars. And oh, how I danced like a mad soul, chasing the elusive pulse of love, even when reason deemed it unnecessary. But in your absence, my emotions grew feverish, aching for your touch. They ignited a rebellion within my reveries, setting passion ablaze amidst the shadows. Each smile became a brushstroke, a vibrant hue against the canvas of solitude. I dipped my soul in laughter, hoping it would echo through the empty corridors of longing. The closed eyes … Continue reading Absence

I have lived in my body for years, yet I’m still a wanderer in the labyrinth of my emotions. I navigate through the corridors of my soul, seeking the elusive chambers where my feelings reside. It’s as if I need maps and lights to find my way to how I feel. In this intricate maze of existence, I am both cartographer and traveler, mapping out the contours of my inner landscape, striving to understand the depths of my being. Sometimes I stumble upon hidden springs of joy, and other times I find myself in the shadowed valleys of sorrow. My … Continue reading Labyrinth of my soul

Right now is a miracle, a precious gift bestowed upon us by the universe. It is the only moment that is guaranteed, the only moment that truly matters. It is life, unfolding before us in all its beauty and complexity. So why do we spend so much time dwelling on the past or dreaming of the future? Why do we let our minds wander to places that do not exist, while the present moment slips away? We must learn to be in the ‘here and now’, to experience life as it is happening. To appreciate the world for the beauty … Continue reading Right now dear …

Have you ever paused to ponder the paths we cross before we finally meet the ones we are meant to love or learn from? The idea of fate may not always sit well with us, but there is a certain intrigue in the notion that some people are destined to be a part of our lives. Perhaps we have brushed shoulders with them on a crowded street or shared a fleeting glance in a bustling café. Maybe we have stood beside them in a concert crowd or passed them on a winding mountain trail. These chance encounters may seem insignificant … Continue reading The art of encounter …

As the years unfurl before me, I come to realize that it is not the grandiose or the extraordinary that truly sustains us, but the simple, everyday blessings that weave the fabric of our lives. It is in these unassuming moments that we find the most profound reasons for gratitude. The gentle caress of the pure air as it fills our lungs, the silent strength that allows us to draw breath after breath, and the comfort of a warm and welcoming shelter. It is the embrace of our loved ones, the laughter that fills our homes, and the nourishment of … Continue reading Simple things that nurture me …