Happy new cycle

I know nothing about life other than living it. I am a complex mind, not to say tangled. A woman who breathes feelings and feeds on stories. I find it abstract and difficult to read.

I learned to give in and accept my momentariness; to live with my mistakes as consequences of always living in my now. I cry out of courage, sigh out of sadness, laugh out of nostalgia and write out of happiness.

I find myself in different eyes and I seek to return to the same ones: deep, sad-looking eyes with a deep, shiny gaze; a strong brown color, like the one I am addicted to in the mornings.

I am a story without a clear beginning but with marked stages. I am image, music and lyrics. I am a dedicated thought, a musical discovery, an incoherent film, a black and white photograph, a journey in mind; a look, a tear and a flower.

I know about spiritual pain and mental wounds. I know the sound of my own heart breaking and recognize the breaking of someone else's heart. I know about the difference of loves and accept the impermanence of some. I met the love of my life and the love of a lifetime, I learned to let go and remember with joy. I know how to discover my passions through other people's looks and I give mine to those who allow it.

I fall in love with eyes, laughter, souls and chats. I am captivated by contrasting lights, I am disturbed by screaming silences. I melt in front of thoughts, I give myself in body to them and in soul to their expression.

I know of cycles from the present time and now I can close one of them with deep gratitude, an undelivered letter, memories in photographs and a special place in the word “love”.

Photographers: Tomé Duarte