In the emptiness of my heart
As I searched for a meaning to survive
You’ve placed a canvas
I barely could see or understand
The priceless gift you’ve had just gifted me
I have been so blinded by my own darkness
My own hands covering my eyes
Not allowing me to see beyond or inside
However.... there it was....
A canvas placed in my empty heart
At first I touched it with fear
As if all its whiteness could cut my skin
It was soft
Making my numb fingertips awake
Forcing my eyes to look
My soul mirror...
As I traced it slowly
Over and over
As if by doing it I had the power
To awaken my whole being
Then I found the courage
Went to my bitterness and from its womb
I rescued the color to draw my face
My eyes opened
My pain stopped
No longer Canvas I saw
But the refreshing life returning into my veins
Into my heart … into my soul…
The canvas became my mirror ....
I was alive again....
I was really born on the Summer of 69.
I am a teacher , a wannabe artist, a mother and a try to keep alive the Dreamer side of me.
I am a mixture of africa, italy and portugal. So it is kinda explosive mixture.
From africa i carry in me the passion of colors, the wildness of nature, the simplicity of being human, the passion for music and the sunsets carved in my soul. From italy i carry the love for pasta, the passion for life and love, the temper ... from portugl i carry the nostalgy, the deep inner silences that only have voice when I create or write.