I came from the water. Seaside placenta. I was born on the sands of Guanabara, I learned the gentle waves and the temper of undertows....

When we think of trauma, we usually parade (in our mental images) situations that threaten life or physical and emotional integrity....

And what was once wind became water. And broke into my house in the moment-when. I let go of the certainties still clinging on, and...

After leaving the cocoon, there is still the waiting. The excesses must be dried and then follow destiny: having wings. Beauty is so much...