One year without my father….

When the longing does not fit in the chest it overflowing though the eyes, something moves within us, it is a discontented restlessness that we cannot breathe. When the longing does not fit in the chest, the eyes are sad of waiting … we get tiny we cannot almost see anything … When the longing hits in the chest, it makes us to want to cry aloud and say: come back soon, come kill this immense longing to lessen our sorrow…♥… One year without my father…I miss him…♥ Quando a saudade não cabe no peito ela transporta pelos olhos, algo … Continue reading One year without my father….


I love giving and receiving hugs, those real meaningful hugs. I love those type of hugs that really mean something. Those real passionate, tight, loss of breath, feel each other’s heart beat type of hugs. I love how hugs are so simple but are an important expression of affection. Especially those relationship hugs, where you can passionately touch each other and you can really embrace each other’s presence. People tend to forget, that by hugging someone you remind them that you care about them and missed them. A hug is a powerful way to communicate your caring for another person. … Continue reading Hugs….

…only love has …

…only love has the power to forgive. For love, although it is one of the rarest occurrences in human lives, indeed possesses an unqualed power of self-revelation and an unequaled clarity of vision for the disclosure of who, precisely because it is unconcerned to the point of total unworldliness with whatthe loved person may be, with his qualities and shortcomings no less than with his achievements, failings and transgression. Love, by its very nature, is unworldly, and it is for this reason rather than its rarity that it is not only apolitical but antipolitical perhaps the most powerful of all … Continue reading …only love has …

That is what love is, or at least, a glimpse of it.

The penetrating stare across the room, the one that can read your soul so easily. The kind of soul that can go through the bones in between the veins and bones, and comprehend how you genuinely feel. Love is when you look into the person’s eyes and understand the connection that you cannot have else where. The kind of connection, a transparent, existent and strong string that pulls the two together. No matter how far apart, how long it has been, the string will always be present. The connection will never be replaced, and the string, can never be broken, … Continue reading That is what love is, or at least, a glimpse of it.