Tag: Fotografia

Em minhas veias

Já não sei recitar poesias do passado. Elas ficaram tanto tempo preso na minha garganta que cauterizaram em minha voz e ainda assim pulsam em minhas veias.
I no longer know how to recite poems from the past. They’ve been stuck in my throat for so long that they seared in my voice and still vibrate into my veins.
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Olhos

My My eyes?
… are the color of earth, which inhabits me, the color of the ground that I walk on and sustain me.
But always with the deep, pointed and dreamy glow typical of



the starfishs
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Cactos

I require a silence of my own on gray mornings, like the song of the wind in the cactus leaves. Simply to reflect on the NOTHING of my thoughts and it took me a while to be ok with that.
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Correndo como Loba

For me it was already good. And it was suddenly, becoming a grown-up, pursuing a career, paying bills, sleeping every day and waking up the same; and here I go: running from frustrations and sometimes with them. I just can’t stop.
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O mundo é dos jovens

Andei tanto para te ver espelhado nos meus sonhos, no caminhar pequeno que agora corre, nos brinquedos tantos e vários que cresceram contigo. E nos livros de palavras fáceis que são hoje ensaios monografias e dissertações. E então, ele se apresenta no seu próprio mundo, firme e decidido.
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Mornos

The warm days gradually cool my veins and I freeze my memory at the time of those secret dreams
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Exaurida

I’ve been exhausted from the days that pass without weighing their pointer. I’m tired of the laziness that works to do nothing. Then I just walk. Still tired,I keep the pace.
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Passar despercebida

I went to buy a normal white shirt. I didn’t think so. That’s when I realized, that everyone wants to be different, everything is specialized, everything has to have a differential – except what is normal.
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Antigamente

I don’t know if I miss the old days … I don’t know if I feel it, I don’t know if it’s missing and sometimes I don’t remember it in the old days…
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