Sleep discovered from dreams, a sanctuary of stillness and peace. Silence in the mouth, where words dare not disturb the tranquility. But in the eyes, a world of poetry unfolds, each glance a verse, each blink a stanza. The body, adorned with transparent stars, a celestial tapestry woven into the very fabric of existence. A sky in your clothes, a moon stamped on your nose, and the sun dancing on your cheeks. You are a walking constellation, a masterpiece of the cosmos. And within this celestial visage, a face filled with tenderness, a sketch of poetry etched into the very … Continue reading Existence

I want to live simply. Not in the way that the world defines simplicity—stripped down, bare, or lacking—but in the way the soul craves it: unburdened, expansive, and free. I want to sit by the window when it rains, the kind of rain that whispers secrets to the earth, and lose myself in books that will never demand anything of me. No tests, no deadlines, no analysis—just the pure, unadulterated joy of words that dance like sunlight on water, or like the rhythm of my own heartbeat. I want to draw, not to prove that I can, not to show … Continue reading Simply

I gave my sadness its own language so I would no longer have to be alone. Words became the delicate threads that wove through the fabric of my solitude, stitching together the tattered edges of my heart. In the quiet whispers of midnight, when the world was hushed and only the echo of my thoughts lingered, my sadness found a voice. It spoke in soft tones, like the gentle rustling of autumn leaves, each word a fragile leaf falling from the tree of my soul. In the language of my sorrow, there was an intimacy, a connection that transcended the … Continue reading My sadness…

“You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I’ll rise.”— Still I Rise, Maya Angelou Continue reading Maya Angelou

In the quiet hum of life, I saw a boy running, his laughter weaving through the fabric of time. The hours danced around him, as if caught in his joyous wake. I dipped my feet into the flowing stream of moments, and there, amidst the gentle current, I found a home I never wished to leave. The sun, a faithful companion, still illuminates the highway I never wandered. Its golden rays linger, casting a warm embrace upon the untraveled road. I glimpsed a woman, tending to the miracle of another life. Time stood still, allowing me to witness the sacred … Continue reading Life: divine mystery

—Yeah. —I haven’t seen too many around lately. Things have been tough lately for dreamers. They say dreaming is dead, no one does it anymore. It’s not dead it’s just that it’s been forgotten, removed from our language. Nobody teaches it so nobody knows it exists. The dreamer is banished to obscurity. Well, I’m trying to change all that, and I hope you are too. By dreaming, every day. Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds. Our planet is facing the greatest problems it’s ever faced, ever. So whatever you do, don’t be bored, this is absolutely the … Continue reading Hey, are you a dreamer?

La vera forza sta nell’umiltà. È nelle pieghe della semplicità che il potere autentico risiede, al riparo dalle luci abbaglianti dell’ego e dell’arroganza. Come un fiume quieto che scorre inesorabile, così l’umiltà guida la nostra grandezza interiore. A volte basta pochissimo alla grandezza. Un sorriso, un gesto gentile, una parola sussurrata nel momento giusto: queste sono le scintille che accendono i fuochi dell’animo. In un mondo in cui le voci si elevano per sovrastarsi l’una con l’altra, sono le azioni silenziose che echeggiano più lontano, toccando i cuori e cambiando destini. Così, camminiamo con passo leggero, riconoscendo la nostra piccolezza … Continue reading Umiltà

Love, a force that transcends time and circumstance, I arrived to nurture your seeds that tremble in the face of winter’s chill. The anxiety of what lies ahead is not born from the uncertainty of uncharted paths that may lead to missteps, but rather from the lingering weight of past mistakes we struggled to bid farewell. It’s when we grasp that the keys to our confinement have always resided within our reach, that we can truly herald the arrival of a new year. Pardon the apprehension of revisiting those dusty chapters of your life. Understand that renewal and rebirth are … Continue reading I arrived to nurture your seeds …

I am the color of the sky, the vast expanse of blue that stretches beyond the horizon, the endless possibilities and dreams that soar high above. I am the freedom and the hope that whispers in the wind, the gentle touch that reminds you to keep reaching for the stars. I am the color of the earth, the grounding force that connects you to the roots of your being, the stability and resilience that holds you steady in the storm. I am the foundation on which you build your life, the solid ground that supports you through every trial and … Continue reading Who am I?

Mãe! Vem ouvir a minha cabeça a contar histórias ricas que eu ainda não viajei! Traz tinta encarnada para escrever estas coisas! Tinta cor de sangue, sangue! Verdadeiro, encarnado! Mãe! Passa a tua mão pelos meus cabelos! Eu ainda não fiz viagens e a minha cabeça não se lembra, senão de viagens! Eu vou viajar. Tenho sede! Eu prometo saber viajar.Quando voltar é para subir os degraus da tua casa, um por um. Eu vou aprender de cor os degraus da nossa casa. Depois que eu chegar, vou me sentar ao teu lado. Você costura e eu te conto sobre … Continue reading Janeiro — 2016