Be welcome! Please ask that you put aside your self-centeredness and your need for external validation. Understand that this is not a democracy, here is a monarchy where the Queen is me!

I asked you for some salt and you gave me pepper. -No, no, I want salt, I said. It just needs a little salt to be perfect! Then you handed me a spoon, then a glass, then a plate, sliced bread, lettuce, and every possible and unimaginable thing you find in a kitchen. You placed it in front of me, looked at me as if you had a question mark on your face and said: - What else do you want? Haven't I already given you everything? It was true, you gave me everything except what I asked for, so I thought and asked again for salt. You brought me a cake. I asked again for salt, you brought me an apron, I asked again... Until the word SALT appeared huge, a burden, unpleasant, IMPOSSIBLE! And then I chose to taste the food and said it was good, even though I felt something was missing and even though I saw the salt shaker in your hands.

It's so nice to wake up to so many loving messages. Thank you to those who took the time to write to me. I love you all ❤️

In my prayer, you were the center, my favorite predicate. Where we were more than pronouns, I, you and we. I barely realized that love could be just an object, direct, clear and straightforward. I, in the singular, dreaming in the plural, became a hidden subject... The agreement was missing, and I was not nominal. I was judged, conjugated incorrectly, I lost myself in time, I became past, more than imperfect, without the verbs I needed. And in the future of the past, there was an indicative, a dilemma that did not seem simple, perhaps compound. And when facing that chaos that cannot be explained, in the last homework, the verb to love decided to teach me the art of forgetting.

The silence of unspoken words is louder than a bomb. To be honest, I've never heard the sound of a bomb, but I've been silenced by many choked words. I know the noise this causes, even if internally. There was a time when I thought everything deserved to be said. Afterwards, I understood that I needed to choose my battles, as every speech precedes a probable answer, and of course, we are not always willing to listen to the answers. Sometimes we choose silence because we need to, even if the desire is to vomit a sequence of words, opinions, feelings and even unspeakable things. Other times, it is silence that chooses us, even though we know that an infinite number of thoughts, opinions, feelings and even unspeakable things are between the lines, pointed right in our direction. There is silence that welcomes, there is silence that is deafening and my favorite is the silence that in itself makes more noise than anything described, because in the end this type of silence does more damage than other people's screams and the desperation for me to express some emotion.

Hi. I would like to thank everyone who donated gifts to help RS. It is a very delicate and sad moment for the nation! I'm very happy to know that in the face of all this, there are still good-hearted people running out of time to help in some way. We bought a good amount of food, scarves, food and water... For those who couldn't help, know that praying helps too! Thank you from the bottom of my heart, you guys were amazing!!