Finitude.

- They almost caught us.
- No, you almost let yourself be caught. Were you really trying to let her find you? Us?
- I don't know. Yes.
- Why?
- You know what? Look around. Life's definitely not like movies and books. People are never interested on other people, not really. Not to the point of deeply knowing them. People don't know, people don't see, people are not often interested in looking for other people if they're not around.
- And you'd let yourself to be caught for that?
- It's not to being caught... it's to being seen! Sometimes you have to let yourself imagine how it would be to be discovered, to be read. I wonder how it would  feel to let people know that I'm a freak, that I'm a weirdo...! And to be part of something...
- Something true.
- Something different from the trees and the darkness they ignore everyday.
- ...
- What?
- What a bitter thought.
- Bittersweet
- Still you laugh.
- I never said I was unhappy. Not for me.
- What do you mean?
- I'm just thinking that if I were them, I'd love to meet me.

Beyond the pale

Prematurity is the story of both you and me, and we were always much more human than we wished to be.
Prematurity is truly the story of both you and me, and we were always much more human than we wished to be.
We were always much more human than we wished to be - we were always much more human than we wished to be.
We will always be much more human than we wish to be.

We will always be so much more human than we wish to be.

(des)consanguineo

Emocionalmente instável.
Constantemente errado.
Sadicamente falso.

Bebum.
Embriagado com as próprias inverdades.

Preso,
mas tão solto que perdido
nas próprias ideologias partidas.

Mora numa casa construída sobre a areia.
Sem base,
cai, todo dia, nas próprias asneiras.

Canção para um desencontro

"Deixa-me errar mas não me soltes

para que eu não me perca

deste tênue fio de alegria

dos sustos do amor que se repetem

enquanto houver entre nós essa magia"

Lya Luft

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Fate.

What does a man do?

A man provides.

And he does it even when he's not appreciated
or respected

or even loved.

He simply bears up and he does it.

Because he's a man.

Sem.

O que dizer? Foi-se.
Começou ontem com uma proposta que logo morreu.
Perdi-me no caminho.
Encontrei, é verdade, no que achava ser um velho diário, um delicioso diálogo.

Solilóquio.

Houve tristeza, e a tristeza tinha nome de mulher.
Houve saudade, e a saudade tinha o nome de rapaz.
Houve descoberta, e a descoberta tinha nome de menina.
Houve redenção, vorazmente escrita com sangue.

Se isto fosse uma velha catedral, em câmaras escuras dormiriam os mortos.
Mortos de tempos idos. Promessas.
Promessas em forma de gente.
As promessas tinham nomes que já se apagaram dos registros.

100. Cem. Sem.

Àquele que ler este apelo, peço:
Não morra.
Teu obituário serei eu a escrever.

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Obrigado pelos últimos cinco anos e meio.

Quintana

Eu, agora - que desfecho!
Já nem penso mais em ti...
Mas será que nunca deixo
De lembrar que te esqueci?