Wait for me once; as you fall asleep keep me there, and I’ll try to be there, to dream with you an eternal sleep – not one of death and destruction – just of our escape, only our escape of a sinner world we once loved to hate as it sold us sort of value and faith. Just wait for me; as you close your eyes, let me be the last scenery that fills your world as we expire, and through our imperfection we’ll seek to find our perfect alignment with nothing tangible if not everything. Wait for me, please, … Continue reading Wait…

En la quietud de la noche, cuando el viento susurra entre las sombras, el eco de mi corazón se funde con la melodía de la naturaleza. He desaprendido el tacto de otro ser, pero el recuerdo de sus caricias perdura en mi piel, como un suave susurro en la brisa. En la profundidad de mi ser, late la esencia ancestral que me conecta con el universo, con el eco de antiguas leyendas que resuenan en mi ser. Soy el viento que acaricia los árboles con la misma suavidad con la que él solía acariciar mi rostro. Soy el lobo que … Continue reading La Noche Y El Viento

Before I love you completely, I will first love your hands—your nails, the scars that resemble sewing lines, mending your body cautiously in an attempt (this time, not failed) to build the perfect human being. First, I will love your tree-branch arms, which transfigure into rivers filled with fury, rushing swiftly toward the end—while I am still in the early missteps of my first steps. I will love every detail, every drop of sweat. I will love every apology, every explanation—every demand, every contradiction. I will love every fruit, every flower—and every thorn. Why not? I will love every single … Continue reading August, 2015

I should have told you that you were the prologue to my sequel. But my hands slipped right off the pages. There was a whole library, and I chose the prettiest cover—until another look revealed the fraying and decay hidden beneath fictional happiness. I should have told you that you were the split second between the adjacent crosswalk flashing “go” and the green flicker of our light. But we were already on yellow, unable to make the turn before red flashed—leaving us frozen in time. The books topple from the shelves, and the red dissolves into black. I wish I … Continue reading May 27, 2014

Saudade lingers like a scent you can’t quite place, weaving itself through your memories with quiet insistence. It is more than nostalgia—it is the whisper of a past moment, the feeling of a love that once was, the ache of laughter left behind. It catches you off guard, curling around your heart when a familiar breeze carries the echo of something you thought you had forgotten. It is both gentle and relentless, urging you to face the memories you’ve tried to push aside. Those stolen glances, the salt on your lips, the way a single touch changed the course of … Continue reading Saudade

An anthropologist proposed a game for some children from an African tribe. He placed a basket of fruits near a tree and told them that whoever reached it first would get the fruits. When he gave the signal, all the children held hands and ran together. Upon arriving, they sat down and shared the fruits among themselves! The anthropologist asked the children why they chose to run together when only one could have won the prize. They replied: — Ubuntu: How can one be happy while all the others are sad? In African culture, Ubuntu means: “I am because we … Continue reading Ubuntu

Sin sueños no se puede vivir,como río sin cauce, sin mar.Es el sueño el faro encendido,que nos guía sin titubear. En la sombra despierta la aurora,con un sueño por conquistar.Y aunque el viento sople con fuerza,el alma nunca deja de soñar. ¡Que tus sueños te lleven lejos,donde la vida te quiera abrazar! ❤️🙏🏾 Continue reading Sin Seños

As twilight settles over the world, a quiet longing stirs within us. It isn’t the hum of routine or the comfort of familiar whispers we crave, but something far greater—a deep thirst for the vast embrace of the cosmos. Beyond the edges of daily existence, there is a pull toward the infinite, a desire to dissolve into the grandeur of the night. With the sun’s final descent, the sky unfurls in endless possibility. Stars, scattered like shimmering dust, call to us in silent invitation. They do not trickle gently into our souls but rush in like the tide—an overwhelming surge … Continue reading Life

If the words are memories of love, so I write to remind the love in me. Because poetry is an affection on the other side, a kindness saved in lover’s eyes. And if it is not the poet the translator of silences and poetry a collection of possibilities, who am I? I am a woman living in each of my lines, even if they never find me; and reveal me by all my words, even if every one of them I cannot be revealed; because I live in a kingdom of my knowledge it lends itself to confess what it … Continue reading Poetry

When did you start clothing yourself in the false opinions of others, and leaving the clothes you like at home? When did you start obsessing about the smiles on other peoples faces while neglecting the one on your own? Why do you sleep with your demons every night and wonder why tranquility and peace eludes you? What happened to the beautiful queen that held her crown high when days were dark? I hope you find the answers, and find yourself again…❤ Art: Carmen Miranda II Continue reading Clothing