Are We Still Strangers


I can no longer be this person
who smiles
reads novels,
hair tied tight—
then loose—
Hair and jeans and other things.

Never slept. Just listened
to the snores of a stranger.
—Or are we still strangers, as he has seen me?

This is not me or my body.


i am going to shower


Push, Push, Gone

How does a fish fly,
A volcano erupt,
A girl turn to woman?

Like riding a bike,
You push, push,
And you’ve gone
From that narrow path of

In a civilization where women are
Virgins or
Now you are greyed─
When once you were a rainbow.

A forward


Brazilian Portuguese

(verb)- to tenderly run one’s fingers through another’s hair

Intimacy is in most circumstances ineffable–though you will try to describe it, the only way to share intimacy is through experience. Aptly, the word cafuné captures that experience not just by describing a moment, but through its foreign origin and inability to be fully translated into English, the most prominent language in the world.

Adventure, passion, joy. This is the natural high of life, the ultimate stimulant being love. And how we share these moments of intimacy will carve out the course of our lives.

I hope to share these moments with you. Thank you.