Chronicle of the Winged Heart

Seriously, there are days when I just feel like I need to tell people how I feel about them. I must say that I love them, I admire them, how important they are, how they shine in the world, and how grateful I am to have them close.

It's so good not to be afraid to be vulnerable, to show that you care, to tell the other that you love them, to cheer and vibrate for good people, friends, acquaintances, strangers, and family, anyway. There are days when you feel like you need to "get it out" and speak up without fear. We live in a society where everything is so interconnected by networks, but at the same time, we live in so many bubbles, in the midst of overexposure of our private and professional lives on the internet, we also have our measures of self-defense, our skepticism in believing words of affection, in truth.

And that this can cost us our serenity that we often isolate ourselves from, but in the end we only miss the opportunity to truly connect with others. I chose to live this life, my truth, in absolutely every experience.

Saying what I feel frees me from any prison. It gives me wings to live my days more lightly and dream of a present and future surrounded by love, truth and affection. And in the end, it's what we all need and deeply desire. Be sensitive and true, life reciprocates. The Winged Heart Chronicle. - Edgar Filho - 06/01/23

- I love writing - doodles, poetry, chronicles, random words, thoughts, intimate reflections, mental notes to remember later, step by step in my diary during the creative processes, I like to write the names of medicines, shopping lists, new words in Portuguese or other languages, ideas for creations in photography, in fashion, in the communication of the brands I advise, dreams to fulfill, I like to write to understand myself, to distract myself, purge feelings… and quoting Leminski:

Rationale

I write. And that's it.

I write because I have to

I need to because I'm dizzy.

No one has anything to do with it.

I write because it is dawn.

And the stars in the sky

They resemble letters on paper,

When the poem makes me dark.

The spider weaves webs.

The fish kisses and bites what it sees.

I just write.

Must have why? Paulo Leminski

I'll try to stay active here on the blog by sharing my thoughts and everything that's been going on with my latest work. Let's keep this channel open so we can exchange ideas and open up new possibilities in a life of good, true connections and creative achievements!

A kiss, Edgar.