50 quotes by Alice Ruiz to learn more about this amazing writer

No missing you, no missing me. The past has finally passed.

I feel like you are the most similar person to me I know, only on the inside out.

After one body has accommodated another body, no heart can bear the little.

Dry leaf on the pillow wakes up butterfly.

Friend cricket your life was short my night will be long.

Late afternoon, after the thunder, the silence is greater.

Moon almost full, behind the clouds, in the dog’s eyes.

May the brief be a long thought. May the long be of a short feeling. May everything be light in such a way that time never takes.

Since you don’t deserve it, return my prayers, my singing, my love, my time, please, and my joy that, that day, I only lent you for a few days.

I’m a polished woman living a chipped life.

Who laughs, when he enjoys is poetry even when it is prose.

Sweet and sour cherry. Whatever has to be, you be.

Slug in the glass looks for a shadow that is itself.

First firefly. So begins the end of the year.

Now I have death in my soul and life in my hands.

Coming back with friends the same path is shorter.

Through a single crack enters all the life that the sun lends.

The boy teaches me, like a wise old man, how much I am a girl.

You already came with contraindications, high risks of contamination. It arrived like this of virus, radiation, contaminating my soul and heart.

Late afternoon after thunder the silence is greater.

Snow or no snow. Where there are friends, life is light.

I want to be alone just to know, if you were going or coming, when you left this bagasse in my chest.

I’m already in that way that can’t be fixed anymore. Either I take you to bed or I wake up.

The clock strikes forty-eight hours without seeing you, I don’t know how many hours to forget you.

Year ending sand filled with minimal shells.

Garden without flower between the pages of the book the rose and its color.

Rain on the lake. Every drop, a new lake.

Between a star and a firefly, the sun sets.

Help, someone give me a heart, it doesn’t beat or catch anymore.

May your body be embers and mine be the house that is consumed in fire. One fire suffices to consummate this game.

What a trip. As soon as you arrive, the pumpkin turns into a carriage.

Each wave reflects the new full moon on the sand.

Once upon a time there was a woman who saw a great future for every man who touched her. One day she touched herself.

Window that opens, the cat doesn’t know whether to go or fly.

It was river, now on the avenue, river of life.

An improvisation during the day, a party at night, we would live with vigor.

So many autumns in a landscape rain in the pines.

No limit sets us apart from its immaculate white. Without words, this white seduces us to fill it. Lack that dissolves in appeal.

Net in the wind twists with longing without you inside.

Nothing like night. It darkens and everything becomes clear.

The drawer of joy is already full of being empty.

At risk, the body line wins your face.

Gray afternoon, every azalea burns in pink.

Ribeirão Preto, where you can hear the smell of fireflies.

Deep sleep, my city covered in fog.

Warning: this life contains explicit scenes of boredom. In the intervals of emotion.

I look for you in the good things. In no entire encounter. In each one, I inaugurate you.

What does meaning matter if everything vibrates?

To be happy or not, a matter of talent.

In my house, the frog already knows how to get in and out.