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A Nest of Love and Memory

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I keep thinking about all the things I love, from the warmth of people to the rhythmic ticking of clocks. It’s as if I want to gather everything I cherish, every word that has ever touched my soul, every moment that has peeled back the layers of my heart like an orange, leaving it exposed and vulnerable. I want to collect these fragments and weave them into a nest, a sanctuary I can call home. My mind races with thoughts of what I would add to this nest if I could. There are so many things: the taste of a … Continue reading A Nest of Love and Memory

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Manoel

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Manoel, a simple man, evoked sacrifice, hard work, pain, and punishment. My father defied the challenges of this difficult life, reshaping his name to be strong and voracious. He revered work, simplicity, and selflessness throughout his life. A naive soul, not tainted by malice, even though at times we couldn’t understand his contrite soul. In a rush, he ran to everything, he was his own impulse. Perhaps he was marked by an urgency he didn’t know. We never really know what drives us, but my father was driven by good deeds, analyzing now after years with my experience. He made … Continue reading Manoel