I am a weaver of unseen paths, a healer of souls, and a keeper of mystery. I was born to cross bridges: between languages, countries and timelines – and between the visible and the invisible. I carry the scent of fresh herbs, the memories of women who pray in whispers, I walk with the Moon’s cycles, and I keep the stubborn faith of those who know there is beauty even when everything seems broken.

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Life taught me that pain can become power – and that every wound is also a doorway to the sacred. I spent years gathering my scattered pieces: laughter, fear, strength, exhaustion… and faith. I learned that belonging is a verb that begins in the body: when I breathe, I return. When I return, I remember. And when I remember, I weave – story, meaning, presence.

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I am not made of shortcuts. I am made of the road. I am a mother,

an immigrant, a seeker. I carry Brazilian roots blossoming in America soil,

and though my heart speaks in two languages, it recognizes an older, boundless tongue: the language of energy and love! 

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What moves me is simple and profound: to live in alignment with my truth, to honor my ancestors, to choose kindness without losing firmness, and to connect Heaven and Earth in everything I do. I celebrate the quiet returns, the tears that cleanse, the laughter that heals, and the new beginnings no one sees… but that change everything!

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My mission is to weave life. In me, first. Then, wherever life asks me to.