Memories of my childhood

To remember my childhood is to delve into a treasure trove of emotions, a symphony of sights, smells, and sounds that shaped the very core of who I am today. It is not merely a recollection of events or facts; it is a journey through dreams, fears, and insecurities that still linger in the deepest corners of my soul. I recall the simple joys of playing soccer with my brothers and friends, the familiar scents of my mother’s cooking filling our humble home. The aroma of garlic sizzling in hot oil, the fragrance of flowers in the yard, the misty … Continue reading Memories of my childhood

Dear Universe

In the tumultuous sea of human emotions and desires, I find myself adrift, lost in the storm of discontent that rages around me. But in the midst of this chaos, I turn to you, my beacon of hope and love, for guidance and solace. Like a child seeking comfort in the arms of a loving parent, I come to you with an open heart and a humble spirit, ready to receive the light of your love and the strength of your wisdom. In your presence, I find peace and clarity, a sense of purpose and direction that I could never … Continue reading Dear Universe

Music

In life, each of us holds a unique instrument – our heart, our soul, our very essence. It is our duty, our calling, to compose new music with which to live. To let our hearts sing, to let our souls dance to the rhythm of our own creation. For those who choose silence, who stand on the sidelines of life, know that your heart will ache for the melodies it craves. The world will pass by, carrying with it the songs of joy and sorrow, of love and loss. Do not let the music slip through your fingers, do not … Continue reading Music

Strength

In the ballet of life, we often find ourselves dancing to different tunes, some melodies effortlessly guiding our steps while others challenge us with their intricate rhythms. The journey of self-discovery is a tapestry woven with threads of perseverance, self-doubt, and eventual triumph. “I have toiled so hard,” the words echo with the weight of countless hours spent in pursuit of knowledge, each moment a step closer to understanding the complexities that lay before. The tears shed, not of weakness, but of frustration and determination to conquer the obstacles that stood in the way. The self-inflicted wounds of harsh words, … Continue reading Strength

Fragility

As I sit here, contemplating the words on the page in front of me, I am struck by the realization of my own fragility. Like an un-agreeable mark of ink on a page, I resist my own depth and darkness. I am reminded that I am not invincible, that I am susceptible to the trials and tribulations of life. Just as the ink on the page can smudge and fade, so too can I be affected by the challenges that come my way. But in this fragility, I find a sense of humility and understanding. I am not perfect, and … Continue reading Fragility

I do not know if …

The years have softened the edges of sound, but heightened the resonance of emotion. The simple pleasures, once overlooked, now stir my soul with a gentle intensity. A sunset paints the sky in hues of gold and pink, a cup of coffee warms my hands and my spirit, a fine wine dances on my tongue, and the company of loved ones fills my heart with joy. The melody of life plays on, and I find myself swaying to its rhythm, feeling every note deep in my bones. A glance holds warmth, an embrace holds power, and in these moments, I … Continue reading I do not know if …

Placebo

In the search for healing, we are often faced with difficult choices. Do we seek out the truth, even if it is bitter and hard to swallow? Or do we opt for the placebo, something that may offer temporary relief but ultimately lacks true healing power? Do we turn to alternative therapies, or do we embrace the precision of surgical intervention? And what about love? Do we celebrate it with ice water, a cool and refreshing drink, or do we indulge in the warmth of Paraguayan whiskey, a bold and intense choice? Do we use excess as a means of … Continue reading Placebo

Lighting me  

I have been starved of love by those I thought would always be there. The ones I trusted to fill my heart with warmth and light, instead of leaving me in darkness and despair. But in the absence of their love, I found parts of myself I never knew existed. I discovered strength and resilience I never knew I possessed. I have been humbled by these experiences, forced to confront my own vulnerability and the harsh realities of life. I know what it is like to seek light and only find darkness. To yearn for love and comfort, only to … Continue reading Lighting me  

Sweet Memories …

As a child, I saw the deep blue ocean, its vastness stretching beyond my young imagination. I felt the sand beneath my feet, warm and comforting, as if nature itself was embracing me. I watched the white-capped waves dancing, like crabs upon the beach, their rhythm hypnotic and soothing. I grew up and fell in love in the redwood forest, seduced by the sunlight which filtered in, but the climbing vines and deep-set shadows made me feel it was a sin. I climbed a mount in Congonhas city, touched the shining, silver clouds, feeling the weight of the world lift … Continue reading Sweet Memories …

Let us cast aside the yoke of servitude

In the fleeting hours, where moments slip like sand through grasping fingers, it is time to break free from the shackles of servitude to the relentless march of time. Let us abandon the role of martyred slaves and instead embrace the intoxicating liberation that beckons us. Be ceaselessly drunk, not on the passing minutes and hours, but on the heady elixirs that stir the soul. Whether it be the crimson nectar of wine, its velvety depths swirling with stories untold, or the enchanting verses of poetry that dance upon the mind like whispers of the wind. Or perhaps, let us … Continue reading Let us cast aside the yoke of servitude