Naked soul …

Getting soul naked in life is surrender what we are inside out, free from all ties and social dogmas. In my belief,  my vision and my desire — to dance a naked soul through words stripped of past-present participles and conjugated verbs that shroud who I am behind the veil of fear I am too naked when I reveal who I am without the constructs of the language I employ to keep me safe from being seen. I show myself, I emerge entirely. I expose my vulnerabilities and my humanity flourishes within me.  Stripped of its vanity, it means — … Continue reading Naked soul …

My life…

And there is irony in my eyes and tiredness, I cross my arms and never go around… my glory is not to follow anybody. I live with the same desire of whom tore the mother’s womb and ran for life. I prefer to slip in the muddy alleys, I prefer to swirl to the winds like rags and drag my bloody feet than to go around without direction and appreciation for life… If I came to this world was only to deflower the virgin forests and draw my feet in the unexplored sand. I do not need tools, axes and courage to … Continue reading My life…

…and she missed him…

In a way that was ferocious, overwhelming, obsessive and slightly insane. There was not a single reason and a million to love him and certainly no reason to mourn his absence, and yet she was acutely aware of the silence as the sun rose and set four times in a day. He was a culmination of everything she loved, hated, wanted and wanted to avoid. He was a no one who became someone who became everyone and everything–the life and the death in her days–an ever-present dull ache that no drug, drink or prayer could diminish. The hurt he caused … Continue reading …and she missed him…