Inner Babel / Babel Interior

Dear Fairy with the Heavy Heart, I had you on my mind today. You and your sad eyes, your disappointments and your shattered fairy dreams. The lightness of your wings wasted due to this burden you still carry in your heart. How are you, dear Fairy? Hope you have found some new dreams, hope you have seen different lights and colors, hope you are still aiming to fly high.  Today, sweet Fairy, I found a gift for you. Gifts, dear Fairy, do not solve all our troubles, do not save us from darkness. But some gifts when they are meant to be ours can bring joy, can bring the hope of joy. I'm sure you know this, dear Fairy, 'cause fairies, even the ones with the heavy hearts do know of love and gifts.  Aren't the fairies the ones bringing princesses the gifts of beauty, love and grace?  I found a gift for you, dear Fairy. I found it while I walked to work today, while I thought of unpaid bills and unfinished projects. It was there among the little things scat...

De branca flor rosada faz-se uma saia de fada Pequenas pétalas Seriam nada Mas para a fada Até os pés Toda rodada Verde tomara que caia Cor de caule Não, não caia! Para a fada, de flor, a longa saia Seria nada Não fosse a fada Seria nada Não fosse o sonho Sapatos de luar Para a fada Brilho de Estrela Nos cachos revoltos De fada animada Luz de Sol no olhar da fada Dança, Fada! Rodopia! Abre os braços Solta o corpo Em seu lindo vestido de flor

"It's ok to be in pieces!", I told myself today. It's ok to be in pieces as long as you still have a core. As long as there is still a thread connecting the fragments of you. It doesn't even have to be a thick thread, you know? Any thread will do.  A while ago,  I saw a quote by Emma Watson, the young Harry Potter's Hermione, and she was saying that she finally knew who she was. "Wow!", I thought at first, "She's so young and already knows who she is! I'm 43 and I have no idea!" That quote haunted me for a while. It remained in the back of my mind.  It made me look back at the paths I've walked, the crossroads and corners I've stood at, contemplating traffic, speeding up or slowing down, the steep roads I had to struggle to run, or drag myself through, and the many moments I've remained there, contemplating green and red traffic lights, simply refusing to budge.  I remembered sometimes too when I really knew who...