Unitas mirabile vinculum

Life and death, joy and disappointed, emotion and howl are always allying themselves inside ourselves, not to recreate or recognize, but to raven us from the inside. And all this motley of confusions, acts, omissions, regrets and attempts that we can call each life in death finds, no meaning or explanation, but purpose. And as we walk through this experience, called existence, we end up realizing that to refute death in the end is to deny life. Is only death that defines ourselves as human beings, is just the certainty of life’s perishability, that every grain of sand that drops from that inner self hourglass take us closer to finally delineate our reality allows ourselves to have a life. In an World where opposites are always reconciled through synchronicity and light and shadow merge in every single dawn, to die properly is the only way of knowing that you lived your real life, that you were able to commingle with the world’s soul as you sailed through your personal quest.





"The one that remains within itself will never love someone." - Vinicius de Morais




Listening to Wave - Tom Jobim & Stan Getz