Talking about ourselves isn’t an easy task, right?

But I’ll try...

Diving into my identity is finding a way to smile at life and capture a bit of each day. I have some certifications in my background, but they’re not what define me the most. What truly reflects who I am is the value of character and a good coffee paired with a good story.

I live in Natal, in Rio Grande do Norte, my Northeastern London. And if you want to invite me for some chicken cream soup, you can count on me. There are things we don’t say out loud, but we write. If this is your moment, my blog can be your place.

Every day we learn something new, and it was no different for me. It might even seem like I never had reasons to give up, but the truth is I faced many. At times, I even thought about stopping and actually gave up. That’s when I had to get up and move forward, stronger than before. I didn’t always have good writing, something that would catch anyone’s attention. Even so, there was a strong sound inside me and a will to keep going. I never imagined one of my texts would be seen by over a million people.

So, with each attempt, I grew stronger. Today, I write without holding back from criticism because I know you can’t please everyone. I keep learning a little every day and doing what I truly love: writing with my heart.

A pencil and a few scraps of paper kept me on a good path, guiding me toward knowledge and away from the darkness.

I published my first poetry book, called Versos Para Refletir, which is available on both Amazon and Clube de Autores. I also share quotes across this virtual world — maybe you’ve already liked something I wrote without even realizing it was mine. (Portuguese version)


To be honest, I’ve learned a lot from myself.
First, by putting God ahead of my choices. And then, by understanding that we need to trust ourselves, even when everything seems to be going wrong — eventually, things start to work out. I’ve learned that I’m not the owner of the truth and that ideas can be both collective and individual, in every expression we create. Regardless of anything else, everything in life requires many attempts before it works.

What path do you want to follow in your life, in the here and now?
We often let ourselves be guided by our ego, especially by the things that catch our attention. Sometimes it feels too good to be true, and some people think that everything that feels good is actually good. But maybe, if we just closed our eyes for a moment, we would see things more clearly, more carefully. If we listened more to what comes from within instead of only looking on the outside — without paying attention to the important parts that are part of our learning.

Trying, failing, trying again, and seeking to improve helps us do what we love with more passion.
And everything starts to feel lighter. Little by little, we start sketching. Our doodles turn into art, sparkle, life. It doesn’t matter what it is or where you start — what matters is to keep going, because it's through trying that you grow and improve your skills over time. From a simple meal to a great work of art, try as many times as it takes.

And even if it doesn’t take you exactly where you wanted to go, there will always be something to learn along the way.
So, do what you love.

Oh, and here’s a secret: I love writing (but don’t tell anyone, okay?).

When you don’t balance your actions, the mind becomes your greatest enemy.

Life is like that sometimes, and information often arrives in the form of gossip. For some people, it doesn’t make a difference; they hear it, think it’s just someone else talking nonsense, and move on without giving it importance, without repeating or fueling the subject. However, for others, those words can leave deep marks, especially when they are lies that directly affect them.

At such moments, the mind can lose its way, and logical reasoning simply fails. Suddenly, we find ourselves acting without thinking, reacting in the heat of emotion. Other people, however, face the situation more firmly, keeping what was said to themselves, yet still feeling it stuck, as if something were caught in their throat. That suffocation creates a strong desire to respond, but inside, we end up suffering in silence, unable to find an immediate way out.

When we reflect on what has been said about us, it’s easy to remember the words that hurt, those that wounded so deeply that only time was able to soothe. And, in the end, time proves to be the best remedy, as it helps us understand that losing control or acting out of anger never brings positive results.

That’s why the secret is to take a deep breath and try to think before acting. If we manage to reflect twice, it’s always better; if we can think ten times, we can ensure the peace we so much seek. Inner peace, however, doesn’t always appear immediately, especially when we talk about actions that generate reactions. But time eventually shows that acts done with calmness and wisdom are the best path to happiness, both in the present and in the future, when memories return and help us understand what is truly important for our human growth.

Preparing good rice isn't just about using natural seasonings or fancy sauces.
Some people prefer to boil the water before adding the rice to ensure the ideal texture, while others add the rice right at the beginning of cooking. This shows how versatile rice is — it pairs well with a variety of ingredients and is super practical to make.

When we overdo the sauce, the food loses its essence and ends up tasting like just one thing. Salt, for example, enhances flavors, but in excess, it's harmful — especially for those with high blood pressure. Any ingredient used too much can hide the original flavor of the dish. The same happens with pepper: if you use too much, the heat becomes unbearable, and the dish loses its balance.

With that in mind, we realize that excess in any area of life can take away meaning. Are we overdoing the “seasoning” in our own lives? We must always remember to have self-control and balance, because what we say can have a huge impact on those who hear it. Among laughs and table talk, sometimes we notice that the food isn’t as tasty — whether due to stress or adding too much of something. Even so, we often ignore the warning signs and keep making the same mistakes, following a path where everything can lose its flavor. We're unpredictable when it comes to knowing the right measure for our actions, and even when we think we're right, sometimes we mess up — acting without thinking, convinced our way is best.

We need to practice critical self-reflection to better understand the reasons behind our choices and actions. With care, we gradually improve ourselves to become better people, adjusting our behavior with caution and consideration. That’s how we seek balance — to face challenges and find the right path so life doesn’t lose its meaning. Every action we take can come at a high cost, now or in the future, so it’s important to consider the consequences of our choices and apply the right measure in every situation.

The routine began with waking up for the first meal of the day: tapioca or bread. The food my mother made was always delicious; the seasonings weren’t the best, but the flavor was wonderful. Meanwhile, my mother also took care of the household chores and hummed hymns; the entire neighborhood could hear her expression of love for the Creator. Back then, I wasn’t particularly a fan of coffee, although nowadays I drink almost two bottles. I’ve always been a bit shy about poetry; I used to write verses hidden in my notebook. We are four siblings, and in that context, expenses were quite high since only my father worked. My grandmother and grandfather helped with practically everything; without their help, we would have gone through very difficult situations. I used to cover my school supplies using plastic bags and also reused leftover wrapping paper as an option to protect them. Depending on the color, to identify the book’s title, it was necessary to open it and check the subject on the back cover.

The neighbor liked to listen to Raul Seixas’s music. There were so many nights under the stars with “Gita — Raul Seixas,” I remember that well. The little house had a half-height wall with a small gate, a medium-sized purple pine nut tree, a closed water tank right at the first entrance; after the door, a concrete floor; in the kitchen, a red floor.

Zezo Potiguar was always very popular; when he passed through toward the North Zone, along the way through the Quintas neighborhood, they said the Prince of Keyboards lived there, very close to the intersection. I was surprised by all this—it was something new to me. Such good memories! My father loved listening to MPB albums; Djavan and Belchior were the favorites in our house. It’s a good feeling to remember all this; the teaching of sharing, whether little or much, prevailed in that environment. I suffered a lot for being disobedient, I didn’t always have everything I wanted, but there was always plenty of love.

There were many days in that situation, frozen in a problem that seemed endless. Today, I can smile in the face of my weaknesses. Life still offers me this privilege: memories, both good and bad, that have taught me so much. Time passes almost invisibly, and all we can do is follow it, with no chance to turn back.

I believe each of us writes the book of our own life in a unique way. Our book holds stories of all kinds and becomes an opportunity for reflection for those who face ups and downs, like the sunny and rainy days I used to watch from the window. It records the path I have traveled, the choices I made. When stones fell upon me, I resisted and held on tight, even when it seemed my strength was at its limit. The countless times I thought about giving up serve as a reminder that life is made of moments of happiness and sadness.

There were times when I was just another passenger on life’s train, and others when I was at the front, guiding those who traveled with me. But one thing I am sure of: the true meaning lies in the simplest things. Feeling the wind on your face, the freshness of the sea breeze — these small moments bring peace and renewal to our days.

Even without a reason to smile, I have millions of reasons to be thankful.

When you say a simple no, you position yourself differently — especially from those who make themselves available for everything.