I need you to help me
answer the questions.

I need you to help me
take off my masks.

I need to see
the roles I am playing.

I need to hear
the lies I’ve been believing.

I need to feel
what I’ve been avoiding.

I need you to help me
become
who I am meant to be.

Please,
tell me the story
I’ve been telling myself.

Please,
my higher self,

show me where
I am hurting myself.

Show me where
I am neglecting myself.

Please,
my higher self,
speak to me.

Tell me with love.
Tell me with kindness.

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.

Night,
cold, dark,
in Copenhagen.

Beer,
a friend,
a bar.

We talked about life,
broken loves,
and new seductions.

There were many **** women
in that place,
but none like her.

It wasn’t her body,
it wasn’t what she didn’t say,
she hadn’t even spoken to us.

It was what she radiated,
her gestures,
her gaze,
her harmony.

All the others, full of signals,
red lips,
high heels,
but you, just the simple waitress.

We didn’t know what was happening,
it was magnetism,
a universal energy,
something spiritual.

Maybe it was your presence,
sweet goddess,
disguised as a servant.

A goddess,
one we longed to worship.

You walked up to us,
"Another drink?" you asked.
That sweetness
was a dose of a drug
we craved more of.

He was charged with ecstasy,
an energy,
inviting you to talk,
but saying, I don’t need you.

An energy,
of here I am,
and this is who I am.

That passion,
of being herself,
of acceptance.

That night, I went home
without knowing what happened,
without knowing what had struck me.

What could have been,
was strange,
was magnetism.

What was it?

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.

Romance it was,
when I thought
that in this country
I would feel at home.

When I boarded that plane,
headed for the future.
A promising future,
full of trials
and many successes.

I crossed borders,
both physical and emotional.

I never thought my life
would fit into a suitcase.

In my suitcase,
only a few clothes,
but filled with everything
that pushed me forward.

The rest was in my mind:
the embrace of my mother and father.
Will this be the last time I see them?

Longing and nostalgia,
a feeling in my chest.

I don’t know if it’s sadness or love,
pride for doing
what many cannot,
and yet, I dare.

Now I find myself here,
I am the different one,
the one who speaks with an accent.

Strong in life,
wondering what I’m doing here,
searching for my path.

Not for an earthly purpose,
but because the universe
needs me here.

It seems like a terrestrial journey,
but it is an astral journey
to another reality.

Many times I cry,
other times I comfort myself.
I am no longer from here,
but neither from there.

When I say,
"I am from the world,"
I find myself.

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.

The essence of crystal
is not fragility.

It is delicate,
transparent.

Elegant,
subtle.

Brilliant,
luxurious.

­Our soul is crystal.

Two souls,
one fate.

Loving each other,
like no one ever has.

Loving so intensely,
only to break apart.

Until they realized,
they weren’t meant to be.

They understood,
they were just the path.

The path to something greater.

They made a promise—
not in this life,
but in the next,
they wouldn’t let anything tear them apart.

The next life
would be their second chance,
where love would finally win.

This time,
it just wasn’t enough.

Darling,
I toss this coin
into the fountain of that place
I long to return to.

Aca sentado en la mesa,
de nuestra vida,
de nuestro hogar.

Solo somos tu y yo,
para decir lo que sentimos,
para mejorar.

Quiero que escuches,
lo que hablo,
sin juzgar.

Quiero que veas mis problemas,
sin opiniones,
sin intentar solucionar.

Quiero que veas mis problemas,
motivándome,
sin empujarme solucionar.

Deseo que confíes en mi,
sin ponerme carga,
sin exigir.

Deseo que me ayudes,
sin intentar decidir por mi.

Deseo que me cuides,
que me protejas,
sin anularme.

Deseo que me mires,
sin proyecciones,
sin miedos.

Deseo que me ames,
sin asfixiarme,
sin atarme.

Quiero que me protejas,
sin mentiras,
solo de corazón.

Quiero que me sostengas,
no por posesión,
sin hacerte cargo de mi.

Deseo que camines a mi lado,
sin invadirme,
sin controlarme.

Deseo que me acepte,
cada parte oscura de mi,
sin intentar cambiarla.

Quiero que veamos nuestros problemas,
con empatía,
con solidaridad.

Quiero que después de cada guerra,
no exista el enojo,
y reine la paz.

Deseo que me diga cada cosa que sientas,
y que disgustan.

Quiero que sepas,
que todo lo que te estoy pidiendo,
te lo puedo dar.

Deseo que sepas que podes contar conmigo.

Here we sit at the table,
of our life,
of our home.

It is just you and me,
to say what we feel,
to grow.

I want you to listen,
to my words,
without judgment.

I want you to see my struggles,
without opinions,
without trying to fix them.

I want you to see my struggles,
motivating me,
without pushing me to resolve them.

I wish for you to trust me,
without burdening me,
without demands.

I wish for you to help me,
without deciding for me.

I wish for you to care for me,
to protect me,
without erasing me.

I wish for you to look at me,
without projections,
without fear.

I wish for you to love me,
without suffocating me,
without binding me.

I want you to protect me,
without lies,
but with a true heart.

I want you to hold me,
not out of possession,
not by taking responsibility for me.

I wish for you to walk beside me,
without invading,
without controlling.

I wish for you to accept me,
every dark part of me,
without trying to change it.

I want us to see our struggles,
with empathy,
with solidarity.

I want that after every battle,
there is no resentment,
but peace reigns instead.

I wish for you to tell me everything you feel,
even the things that trouble you.

I want you to know,
that everything I ask of you,
I can give in return.

I wish for you to know,
that you can always count on me.

Every time you choose to eat poorly,
remember that it's you who is watching.

Every time you smoke another cigarette,
it's you who is watching.

Every extra glass of alcohol,
it's you who is watching.

Every time you play with someone's feelings,
remember how you felt when they did it to you.

Every time you don’t want to go to the gym,
it's you who is watching.

Every time you break your word,
it's you who is watching.

Think of all the times you've been let down,
you don’t want to let yourself down.

If you’re not enough for yourself,
your wife is watching,
your daughter is watching,
your future is watching.

Always forward,
you can achieve it.

I wrote to you to speak,
I don’t know if out of love,
or so you would reject me.

I wrote to you with love,
but in a negative way,
inviting disaster.

A disaster that would hurt me,
that would punish me.

Because she didn’t love me,
because she didn’t know how to love me.

I felt alone,
but I also didn’t let
anyone accompany me.

It seems I hurt myself,
because I was the first
to reject myself.

A wound marks me,
from a distant time,
which over time
had only been reaffirmed.

I did something foolish,
to harm myself,
and guilt placed me in your hands.

I did something foolish,
I invalidated myself,
so that you could love me.

I did something foolish,
a kind of
self-sabotage.

I did something foolish,
as if handing you the power
to hurt me.
Without response,
without defense,
hoping to wake up.

I sacrificed myself for your validation,
giving you everything,
without ever finding you.

Since I didn’t see
what I was hoping for,
I gave even more.

I repeated the cycle
so many times, to extremes,
affecting your interest
and causing emotional exhaustion.

Creating dependence
on your love,
as if mine didn’t matter.

I surely criticized myself,
surely devalued myself,
surely waited for you to leave
to release this burden.

I let you dominate me,
I didn’t say what hurt me,
so you wouldn’t leave for another.

I accepted unfair conditions,
prioritizing your desires,
never seeing my own,
accumulating resentment.

I no longer knew who I was,
I lost everything of myself,
I didn’t love myself,
nor could I be loved.

I didn’t allow myself to move forward,
I didn’t allow myself to love you,
this fear running through my veins
didn’t allow me to find you.

I will no longer open my heart to anyone,
I stop searching for you,
I don’t want to hurt myself again.

Deep inside my heart,
I knew this wound
could be healed.

It is just a small wound,
one for which I am responsible.

My great love, I will find you,
my favorite girl,
when I finally learn to love myself.

My great love, I will find you,
to play like children,
to have a healthy love.

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.

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?

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.

Many times,
life denied me
what I longed for,
what I expected,
what I believed was mine.

Sadness,
uncertainty,
wrapped around me.
Why others?
Why not me?

Again and again,
I thought I understood:
It wasn’t mine,
I didn’t deserve it.

But today,
under the sun,
I ask myself:
Why not?

I am a worthy being.
I know how to love,
I strive every day.
I respect,
I believe,
I share,
I give.

And those who know how to give
also know how to receive.

I deserve everything in my life.
I deserve freedom.
I deserve health.
I deserve peace.
I deserve prosperity.
I deserve love.
I deserve happiness.

What are you depriving yourself of?

Sitting on the beach,
a gray day,
her in my lap.

An anonymous beach,
in Tuscany.

My mind speaks,
it won’t stop.

My mind
wants to write.

There are poets
who never fell in love.

There are people in prison
who committed no crimes.

White gloves
hiding atrocities.

Strong people
with broken hearts.

There is love
within heartbreak.

Religious men
who don’t believe in God.

Judges of life
with their own transgressions.

Thinkers who do not think,
and lovers who do not love.

There are free minds
trapped behind walls.

There are vagabonds
more cultured
than your professor.

There are salty rivers,
and love that never meets.

There are those with millions
in the bank,
yet empty hearts.

Today,
I am grateful
to have found you.

Life kicked me,
even when
I was already down.

It left me so many times,
alone,
thinking no one cared.

I had so much love to give,
but I wasn’t the most beautiful
for those who sought it.

They mocked me
for being strange,
when they were the ones who didn’t understand.

I trusted those who swore to stay,
yet behind my back, they laughed.

I lost myself,
becoming
what others wanted me to be.

I loved who I shouldn’t have,
trusted who I couldn’t,
fought battles that weren’t mine.

Tired of the shadows,
I became light.

Until I learned to play,
to laugh,
and to love.

What did I learn?

I have a remedy,
an infusion,
a passion.

It will ease what troubles you—
your worries,
your pains.

Follow the advice
you’d give a friend.
You might stumble,
but you’ll feel whole again.

Feel with your soul,
think like a genius.

And above all,
hold on to your values,
never stop being you.

Without knowing what love was,
I gave you my heart.

Without knowing what love was,
I gave you all of me.

Without knowing what love was,
I put up no defenses.

Without knowing what love was,
we let each smile flow.

Without knowing what love was,
we hurt each other,
for not knowing how to love each other.

From a bench in the park,
I saw myself walking.

And I thought,
he looks good,
he works, he writes,
he does what he loves,
he has something to offer.

What I offer has value,
I have value.

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.

Every morning when I wake up,
I tell myself how much I love myself.

I look in the mirror,
and say:
How beautiful!

I listen to myself
when I have a problem.

I prepare a delicious breakfast,
after work,
in the evenings, I train.

I take care of my friendships
and also my nutrition.

I take care of my appearance
and my thoughts.

I caress myself,
I give myself gifts,
and words of encouragement.

"Every gesture I give myself
is a hug to my soul,
and to my inner child.
I take care of myself, I love myself."

You are my weapon,
my avenger,
the one I unleash
on anyone, anywhere.

Anyone guilty
of my lack of effort,
my frustration,
or of not being kind.

I fire you
for the things I lose
or the ones I fail to overcome.

I keep you tied to my waist,
always loaded,
but never well secured.

I **** you,
like a revolver in my hand,
and pull the trigger
with reckless passion.

I feel trapped in this cage,
bound, hands and feet.

I want to send you a message,
but I must respect your space,
as I respect my own.

The minutes stretch long,
too long,
yet they teach me
to love with patience.

Love is freedom,
and time, just an illusion.

I can’t control your choice,
but love must flow.

I don’t write to you,
but my love keeps shining.

I speak to you, my child,
so you may let me go,
let me rise to the heavens,
where the angels await me.

I speak to you, my child,
so you know that I am at peace,
so you allow me to continue my journey,
where I am meant to be.

I speak to you, my child,
so you don’t hold me back,
so you let me run among the clouds,
where my path has only just begun.

I speak to you, my child,
so you set me free,
so you let me let go,
where my soul will finally be free.

Father, I have understood that letting you go
is to set myself free.

Father, here I light these five candles,
one to thank you for every gift,
one to thank you for every moment we shared,
one to honor all your sacrifices for me,
one for every inspiration and affirmation,
one to cherish every touch and every kiss.

Five candles that hold all the love you gave me.
Was it enough or not?
It was all we knew how to give.

I let you go.
Rest in peace.
I love you, Father.

Art is living,
art is healing,
art is thinking.

Art is showing our essence,
in every stage of life,
in our own unique way.

Art is expression,
of the inner self,
of the emotional realm.

Art is emotions,
it is feelings,
something profound,
something free of mediocrity.

Art is loving,
kissing,
and caring.

Art is fighting through life,
facing the bad,
embracing the good,
and cherishing it all.

Art is your parents,
who cared for you
and gave you unconditional love.

Art is music,
those two notes
that make your heart burn with passion.

Art is walking through life,
grateful,
smiling,
without greed.

What is your art?

Deep in the Now,
there exists a kind of woman,
often attacked,
and sometimes rejected.

A warrior soul,
independent, rebellious,
the feminine in its purest state,
untamed and free.

She is the one
who left Eden,
forsaking the comfort of man
to carve her own path.

They say she was born
from Adam’s dust,
but made of pure energy
and empowerment.

She is where
the deepest passions
and the hidden faces emerge.

She is where life’s wounds,
fears, and shadows are faced,
where lost power is reclaimed.

A beautiful woman,
but I prefer her in the streets.

Because in my bed,
I want the one who surrenders,
the one who loves.

The one who cares for me,
and lets me care for her,
who speaks to me
through true communication.

And after long conversations,
time slips away unnoticed.

A beautiful woman,
in her fire and her calm,
Lilith in the streets, Eve at home.
Not because man commands it,
but because that is where she finds her balance.

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.

Sleep, sleep, my love,
everything's alright, I'm here with you.

Rest,
rest now.

Snuggle close to me,
I will be the one
to take care of you.

Let that mind slow down,
let the thoughts fade,
wrap yourself in calm.

Fall into my arms,
I'll hold you tight,
and give you gentle caresses,
like mom and dad.

I'll whisper that story,
filled with hope and love,
of our future.

Sleep, sleep, my love,
everything's alright, I'm here with you.

Relax your body,
relax your soul,
and let your spirit rest.

Fall into the deepest
of dreams,
tomorrow will be
a beautiful day.

With butterflies,
flowers, and meadows.

The sun will rise again,
and life will smile once more.

Sleep, sleep, my love,
everything's alright, I'm here with you.

I ask,
Why me?

When I see the old man,
sitting by my side.

An old man with a notebook,
listening to my monologue.

Saying,
that I am the one who's wrong,
for complaining about life.

But he doesn’t know
what it means to live in my skin,
to be the echo of a scream
no one wants to hear.

And I care,
because I’ve always
been the one who's wrong.

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.