Sometimes I get so tired. Closed doors, keys that do not open the closed doors, the anguish for not yet knowing how to open them. The will that weaves its nest in the most verdant branches and passes times hatching the eggs that seem that they will not break anymore. The waiting for the flight of the butterflies that take the pupas to get rid of the cocoons. The repeated emergence of the ‘Not’ when our lives prepares restless banquets to welcome the ‘Yes.’ The ‘almost’ that goes on so long that it seems to be endless. And, lurking, always … Continue reading Sometimes I get so tired…

… It was forgetting to wear my watch because I had rendered time irrelevant. The days had become lost in sun and wind and an armored heart became no way to live. My mistake was resting my head on his shoulder while we softly spoke about music. It was letting the atmospheric and airy sounds flood inside us. I realized how futile it was to try to hold the ocean in my hands. Waves erode through action and patience as the steel inside me dissolved away. A place outside of everything, where the world was what I wanted it to … Continue reading My mistake…

Here’s the thing: I’m a lover, but I’m also one hell of a fighter. Please don’t ever mistake my loyalty for clinginess. Of course, I want to see you, know how your day was, and I’ll always be there when you need me. But I’m very aware that we’re two separate beings. Never will I try to mesh your entire life with mine. I’ve always had trouble saying ‘no’ to a challenge, but you’ll never find me competing for your affection. Time has become one of my most valuable intangibles. The last thing, I’ll do is waste it on mind … Continue reading I am

Who is to hold the space for a woman’s greatness? In many heterosexual relationships, a man is threatened by a woman’s greatness, finding a variety of ways to make her question her own beauty and strength. A secure man is not threatened by a woman’s intellectual or emotional power but celebrates the opportunity for joyful partnership that it offers him. The conscious question is whether a relationship can handle two stars. We must relinquish the paradigm of men as power with women as support and instead embrace the image of both men and women as powers, with each supporting the … Continue reading Women …

Classical literature treats sex with eroticism. Eros (the Greek god of love, mythological character). Myth, magic, fantasy. Art is the poetic way of expressing aspects of life. Through it, we communicate the cruel, ugly and charming. Sex, if treated without poetry and art, as well as crude, turns us off. The issue is the lack of interest in each other; we live the failure of alterity, of shared pleasure. The sex lives of Internet users, robotics, lonely and operational; it is a semblance of pleasure gained by lovers. Orgasm in the digital age is the imperfect copy of the orgasms … Continue reading Sex & high tech era

This is love. It is delicate. But it also cuts you wide open till it forces you to feel. Love is safe. You can free fall into, and straight through, love. Though real love comes with pain. Satisfying pain. If you open up to it, unravel and peel away the layers you will feel each gentle caring stroke and every excruciatingly bittersweet blow. Love helps you to see, to open your eyes and asks you not to be afraid of the beauty and beast inside. You are not scared of this pain, but there are others who are. So no, … Continue reading Fiery heart…

Todas as vezes que tenho a triste notícia da passagem de alguém conhecido para o lócus divino, este, no qual, passamos a vida tentando entender a sua forma descritiva de espaço, fico a pensar na fragilidade do tempo que nos dispuseram nesse plano terreno e nas suas advertências. Somos constantemente advertidos por situações que nos propiciam consequências antagônicas de convivência. Estamos a todo tempo a nos aproximar, tanto quanto nos distanciar das pessoas por situações diversas. Por atropelos de interpretações, por divergências de opiniões, por falta de silêncio, pela demasia das palavras, por traição, por desrespeito ao próximo, por falta … Continue reading Janelas …