Yesterday you walked across my face,
Something runs down my back.

I don't know how many verses I can use,
to describe what I felt.

My soul fell at risk,
from nostalgic memories.

A whirlwind in my heart,
and a curiosity of my soul.

The beauty of the past,
and in the desert, neither shadows nor water.

Just a little love,
and memories of fairy kisses.

We are not our thoughts,
because the mind can fall silent,
it can fade away...
But the heart will continue beating,
sustaining what we are.
Because if the heart dies,
there is no mind left to think,
nor soul to remember.

Don't say I'm not enough,
with all my victories won.

Don't say I'm not capable,
if I've achieved everything I set out to do.

Don't tell me I should change,
if my tattoo says authenticity.

I stayed waiting for you to call,
to solve our problems.

I stayed with my lipstick on,
waiting for you to take me to the beach.

I stayed all made up,
waiting for that romantic dinner.

The bed was completely messed up,
from that Fifty Shades of Grey night.

Everything would have been over,
if I had come closer to talk to you.

How hard expectations are.

She asked me,
if I was happy when I was with her.

I said no, I didn't know what happiness was.

You weren't the problem,
the problem was me.

Even if I had had a thousand women,
none of them would have made me happy.

Now I'm happy.

One gray afternoon,
with a struggle in my chest,
I allowed myself to doubt my manhood.
I opened the search engine and typed:
"Image of a masculine man."
I expected Vikings, a lumberjack,
Maybe a cowboy with a fierce gaze.
But no, they were normal guys.
Like you, like me.
And in my mind I thought:

I'm not that man who used
arrogance as currency,
my strongest side is confidence.

I'm not that man,
who doesn't cry,
who doesn't show his feelings,
and whose tears flow.

I'm not that man,
who controls and imposes,
I'm that man who guides, helps, and builds.

I'm not that man who uses
chivalry as superiority,
use as kindness for all equally.

I'm not that man,
who measures his manhood by his gaze.
Self-care isn't vanity,
it's self-love,
another sin.

I'm that man,
who doesn't compete with others,
I only challenge myself,
and I want to win.

I'm that man,
who wants to take care of my children,
parenting skills,
and my partner equally.

Let no one expect anything from me.
I have my values,
and I won't doubt that.

THIS IS ME! ​​AND THIS IS MY MANHOOD!

So if being a man
is just about meeting expectations...
I don't know, bro,
could I have come out of the closet? Hahaha.

They call me crazy,
because I want to love again.

I want a good love,
the one that brightens your mornings.

When the nights are short,
between laughter and laughter.

The one that when the wounds are scraped,
you talk.

The one that motivates you to get out of bed,
with the plan of going to the moon.

It whispers "I love you" in your ear,
because only you should know.

The one that just a glance,
says everything and says nothing.

Sorry,
but I can't let you in.

I opened the door to my life for you,
but today it's closed.

It took me a long time to understand,
and to let go.

Many tears,
Time took them away.

And many thoughts,
They found me along the way.

Today there's no other chance.
I can't let you break
what I worked so hard to put together.

Today I can say goodbye,
and wish you the best.

Hello little dreamer,
I'm your adult self.

Being an adult isn't as magical as you think.

There are no great dragons,
but there will be
many cowards,
stabbing your back.

There are no great castles,
but there are treacherous ones,
losing their courage.

Thousands of tears will fall down your cheeks.

You will cry a thousand times,
for love.

Another 5,000 times you will get angry.

But everything has a meaning.

We embrace our mistakes,
and we love our wounds.

But we achieved
everything we dreamed of.

We fell,
but we learned to get up.

We have everything we wanted,
someone with tender eyes came to heal our hearts.

But I just want to tell you,
to enjoy life.

Enjoy every moment,
live, because
every moment will be a memory,
in your soul.

Today, you can rest,
leave that battle for tomorrow.

Tomorrow will be a fresh start,
for the same fight.

Rest today, soldier,
it’s okay to feel tired.

It’s alright if today you can’t give more,
the universe will lend a hand.

Tomorrow, we’ll have new weapons,
new ideas, new energy.

Some days, you might feel weak,
some days, you might need to stop.

Sometimes, stopping is also part of the fight.

Red heart,
and thick body.

Those scents,
sweet and delicate,
flowers and fruits.

Your long,
beautiful legs,
run up the sides of my glass.

Your tannins,
make your essence,
something interesting.

That depth,
that you have,
every time I taste you.

All those flavors,
that leave my throat,
with longing.

My lips,
and my tongue,
want more of your body.

My lips are tinged with you,
you gladden my soul,
and I intoxicate life.

How beautiful life is,
how beautiful to have found you,
how beautiful it was to have uncorked you.

We walk through life feeling alone,
we walk longing for a deep connection.
We want to relate from a different place,
we don't want from superficiality,
we don't want from armor.
We long to be authentic,
we long to show our vulnerabilities,
we long for others to dare to show theirs,
we long to build something meaningful,
we long for a connection that transcends who we are.
Sometimes I feel like I need someone to constantly tell me they love me, as if I'm looking outside for the love I'm unable to give myself.
Maybe I'm hoping someone will value me,
maybe I can't see it,
maybe I will see it,
could it be that everything I'm looking for?
could it be that it's within me?
what if my fears are preventing me?
Maybe it's me who's not allowing it?
Maybe I'm afraid I'm not enough?
Maybe I feel undeserving?
What if, by showing myself as I truly am, you decide you don't love me anymore and take another path?
And if that happens, will I be able to handle all the emotions that will course through me? Will I be strong enough to face whatever may come?
I feel like I'm the one who sets boundaries.
I think about setting them for others.
I don't do it for fear of confrontation.
I don't want to live in a constant battle,
not be on the lookout for who crosses my boundaries.
However, when they are crossed, the fear of being alone reappears.
If I don't connect,
I don't risk losing anything.
Even though it doesn't build anything.
Even though I don't have it in myself.
Is it a lack of trust in myself?
Or is it that I don't trust you?
Afraid you'll hurt me?
Afraid you won't value me like others do?
Did I know they were giving me?
I never knew how much I was giving,
nor how much I was really receiving in return
for something as valuable as my being.
I'm afraid of criticism,
even though I'm the one who criticizes myself the most.
He punishes me for every step I take,
focusing only on the bad.
No matter what I achieve,
I always find the negative.
Could it be that I want to be something I've never been?

I am not what they say,
I am not what I think,
I simply am.

I am like a sea of fresh water,
I am like a fleeting spark,
just an instant.

I am not the label
society pins to the pocket of my shirt.

I am the nothing and the all,
I am the nothing and part of a whole,
I am the whole.

Today I find myself walking
through this beautiful place,
my soul shines.

Harmonious architecture,
with springtime colors,
that elevate my gaze.

Cold weather,
in a warm society,
a smile they usually provoke.

Today I find myself walking,
and I breathe in the glamour,
I breathe in comfort.

A happiness leaps
through my chest.

Grey days,
with coffee in hand,
and reflections in mind.

Bright days,
that teach you to live
each moment of time.

Grey days,
that teach you to go out
and enjoy them.

A gentle drizzle
that caresses your face,
whispering it loves you.

Today I find myself walking,
May 28th, 2025,
I am here.
Thank you, universe.

"For a muscle to grow, it must first tear.
Is the same true for the soul?"

I was there,
sitting in that place.

You showed up unannounced,
no warning, no welcome.

You started asking questions,
questions I answered all wrong.

It was like you couldn’t see
that I didn’t want you there.

Before you left,
your hand went where I didn’t want it to go.

Just for not thinking—
just for one moment—
you changed a life.

In your moment of desire,
you left a wound that never fades.

But my essence is strong,
and my soul still shines.
You didn’t take my smile,
because I learned to rise again.

What you were
stayed in the past.
What I am
stands in freedom.

Today, you can rest,
leave that battle for tomorrow.

Tomorrow will be a fresh start,
for the same fight.

Rest today, soldier,
it’s okay to feel tired.

It’s alright if today you can’t give more,
the universe will lend a hand.

Tomorrow, we’ll have new weapons,
new ideas, new energy.

Some days, you might feel weak,
some days, you might need to stop.

Sometimes, stopping is also part of the fight.

Some of us want to flow,
like water,
on a quiet afternoon, at midday.

But we forget
that in the river,
there are rushing rapids and gentle pools.
Sweet curves,
flat bends,
with unexpected obstacles
that stir up small turbulences,
yet it kisses every stone.

It has no control,
no expectations,
it just flows, with the moon as its witness.

It lingers in whirlpools,
some evenings,
only to find its course again by morning.

It flows, leaving behind romances,
mountains, and beautiful memories.

The river flows with purpose,
caressing its shores.

The river flows without expecting anything,
giving the best of itself.

It is energy,
it is life,
it is like life itself,
in its most tender and serene form.