the reason why i survived ballet, it was because i was in a competition with myself, not anybody else.

writing. it comes when it comes. funny thing, it just never comes by, stops by. it just simply hits you. at absolutely any given time. when you least expect it; expect it (remember that— it’s gonna be important later)

writing is all i have. it’s what i’ve got to offer you. a gift i was given by Heaven (a gift from Heaven)— the one which, from that very day on, has become a gift, above all, to my own self. and, from that too, i especially made it my gift to you. something no one can take away from me; something only i can give to you.

i didn’t know what to say, so i wrote you a poem. i didn’t know what to write, so i gave you my heart

and, in spite of it all, my heart’s still a thousand times even more worth than my deepest, most precious words, i could ever mean to write— so handle with care; not only my pieces of work or art, but also and most importantly, the pieces of my human being beating-heart that i faithfully, thoroughly gave to you— it’s now yours too.

and so my little poets, with that, i hope you know that deep inside everyone, there is a hidden poet, only awaiting to be awaken and inspired by someone else’s poetic light and magic touch, ‘cause poetry really does live inside all of us

happy world poetry day (a gift from me to you) xx b

lágrimas de sal pelo caminho, antes de chegar. primeiro o horizonte, a avistar. de um lado, a lua; do outro, o sol; e no meio, o mar. dia de praia. tudo azul. às vezes, um mergulho é tudo o que preciso dar. dessa vez, nem senti meu corpo a queimar. eu só queria um espaço pra minha mente respirar. mas, até então, eu nunca tinha visto a lua e o sol, juntos, no mesmo céu, mesma hora, mesmo lugar (ou pelo menos ainda não tinha parado pra reparar). a coexistência de opostos, porque os dois sempre estão a se complementar— direções opostas que, inevitavelmente, a qualquer inesperado momento, vão colidir ao se cruzar. tão contraditório e difícil de acreditar, mas eu estava lá.

hoje, fui à praia de manhã e, pela primeira vez, vi a lua e o sol, bem acima das ondas do mar, pra me lembrar de que, na maioria das vezes, nós não vemos as coisas, mas elas estão lá. que nem a lua, pra mim, sempre está.

*hey, all u bloggers. it’s me* B —the real blogger— this time on the road. about a year ago, after awhile live now on my personal website, i thought to myself: ‘what should i do about my blog? how can i reinvent it?’ until i immediately realized it was the most stupid question and, thank God, got to an answer on my own pretty quickly. well, if it’s a blog, all i gotta do is treat it as such [mind-blowing, right?] whoa. all i gotta do is ~ blog ~ duh. so here i am. i’m hittin’ the road and lettin’ u know that i’m gonna start blogging for real.

meanwhile, there u go w/ the 1st lesson learned from my blogging experiences [that are just beginning ofc]: life is meant to be simple. so let’s just not try to complicate or overthink it, okay? also, saying or doing the obvious is kinda important and pretty cool too. now, welcome to my own personal journey— B the real blogger keepin’ it og, always

that was fun. and i’m just gettin’ started 🙂

xoxo, girl on the road

in between thorns

and broken hearts

i grew flowers

in the broken parts

and scars

of my heart

Midnights mean new beginnings

midnights bring new beginnings

midnights ring in a new year

23 is a new year; a seven year

at midnight we begin again

00:00 we meet again

at the same time

for the first time

as she silently whispered to the winds—

i’m willing to lose everything

(let go)

and that’s how you rise

Butterfly

sometimes i wish i wouldn’t go writing for at least one day, but then again my mind can’t stop making sentences … (Mercury)

to what could’ve been

and still can be

to what’s not meant to be

and whatever will be

will b

b

give me something to hold onto— Poetry