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.

Sweet spring,
the universe’s new year.

Flowers bloom slowly,
like my eyes opening in a kiss.

The days turn warm,
like the embrace of a long-awaited reunion.

Birds sing with joy,
just like I do when I see you again.

The sun shines brilliantly,
like the sparkle in your eyes.

Like your smile,
when you look at me.

Butterflies take flight,
from my stomach to my heart.

"In time, the soul will understand that it was always right."

A gray day
My body, a window, the tangerine trees, and the sea
A blanket over my back
A woman on my phone—not answering.

A taste in my mouth,
Sweet.
Maybe plums, maybe almonds,
Or maybe just loneliness.

A calm gaze,
A restless mind,
And deep down, peace.

The peace of freedom,
Of wanting, of loving.
But not at anyone else’s expense.

"Money can buy love, friendship, and even self-esteem, but none of it is real."

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.

It all began
in a café,
with that conversation.

Theory and spirituality,
reflections on life.

Good thoughts,
good feelings.

At a gathering of friends,
that afternoon by the beach,
I felt
you were calling me.

Suddenly,
a signal in my mind,
an alarm.

Like the feeling of being watched,
but this time...
I knew someone was thinking of me.

A kind of telepathy,
a silent pull on my soul.

An ethereal presence,
a connection intertwined.

A whisper in my mind,
saying look at me.

A cry in my mind,
telling me you were there.

"Being mindful of other people's feelings is really important."

Never turned
into "one day."

No one became
someone.

"Maybe" faded,
transforming
into reality.

"Never" never ceased to be,
it became
a possibility.

And "none"
vanished into the air
when the right one arrived.

"When someone suffers a physical wound,
we care for them with love and support,
respecting their healing without overstepping.
Why not do the same for the wounds of the soul?"

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.

"Expectations are like salt—
a little enhances the flavor,
too much ruins everything."

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.

The essence of crystal
is not fragility.

It is delicate,
transparent.

Elegant,
subtle.

Brilliant,
luxurious.

­Our soul is crystal.

One day they told me I couldn’t,
that writing wasn’t for me,
that poetry was something strange.

I listened to that soul,
that noble soul,
because I admired them
more than my younger self.

Today, I write with feeling,
with my heart in my hand,
seeking answers.

I do it to heal you,
so I can heal myself.

I criticize society,
stereotypes,
and structures that define us.

Poetry came that afternoon
when I described the sweet face
of that young girl.

Poetry came
when that relationship ended.
After giving everything
and having nothing left,
I said, “I just wanted you to love me.”

I would tell you I write poetry,
but they are spells
for the soul.

They impose fears on us
that are not our own.

Where you see darkness,
where you see shadows,
that is where you must go,
and there you will find yourself.

Be strong,
keep going,
not everyone wants to see you shine.

You are great,
you are immense.

Release your light,
illuminate yourself, and illuminate the world.

"The clouds will try to cover your shine, but the moon always glows."

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.

"What's the price of heartbreak,
with all that I've lost,
and all I have yet to gain?"

Thank you for making miracles
with just a few coins.

Thank you for showing us
the best image
of our father.

Thank you for showing us
what love
can create.

Thank you for dimming your own light
so that we
could shine brighter.

Thank you for every hidden tear,
so we wouldn’t feel sorrow.

Thank you for every silenced scream.

Thank you for all your care.

Thank you for every sacrifice
for our well-being.

Thank you, life,
for letting me count on you.

"Each poem is a piece of manifestation writing."

To be able to be surrounded by people,
and still feel alone.
To be able to love with our soul,
and not feel loved.
To be able to own all the gold,
and still feel empty.
To be able to have nothing,
and yet be the richest,
because we have the warmth
of those we love.

We are all the villains,
of a poorly told story.

According to them:
The revolver sleeps,
with me under the pillow.

Nightmares,
dream of me.

I feed soup,
to the Boogeyman (and he doesn’t complain that it’s cold).

The ghost in my room,
leaves the light on (and asks to switch rooms).

I ended the war,
without firing a single bullet...
because the tanks surrendered via WhatsApp.

The devil,
offers me his soul.

The Grinch,
leaves me presents,
with the receipt for exchange.

The Bogeyman,
asks me for love advice.

I follow,
my own shadow.

Death,
asks me not to seek her.

And the end of the world,
says,
"See you later."

Many times,
I cannot breathe.

Many times,
I lose my breath,

That blow to my chest.

I need a dark room,
to be able to scream.

My mind
always sees tragedy.

Only thoughts,
without owners.

My hands sweat.
A sense of panic,
burning my soul.

Many times,
I leave things unfinished.

Many times,
I see walls
before my future.

I see chaos and catastrophe.

You are my dark side,
you are my ordeal.

You are an emotion,
that lasts two seconds.
You will not control my life.

I just need...
to breathe.
I will not die.

I just need...
to breathe.
I have not lost my mind.

I just need...
to breathe.
I just need...
to breathe.