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  • Mais um degrau

    Oh… se eu subisse mais um degrau, eu chegaria ao topo. Mas será que realmente era no topo que eu gostaria de estar? Naquele dia, a euforia tomava conta – não como algo leve, mas como um misto inquieto de… Continue reading

  • A inocência

    Quando eu era criança, eu tinha quase tudo o que eu precisava. Eu tinha esperança de dias mais alegres do que aqueles que eu já havia experimentado; eu tinha sorriso, eu tinha alegria espontânea e sem motivo; havia em mim… Continue reading

  • Like yesterday

    It was like a breeze in the morning, soft on my face, carrying the scent of spring flowers, cherry blossoms trembling quietly, the smell of fresh grass rising from the earth. Birds somewhere beyond sight. Water running with purpose. And… Continue reading

  • O grito

    Ele estava em um profundo desespero, como se vê nas descrições de um mundo que “enlouqueceu”. Os ombros caídos, os pensamentos em espiral. Tentava mascarar a tristeza com um sorriso de canto de boca, uma tentativa audaciosa, quase patética, de… Continue reading

  • Testimony Without Redemption

    This is not a story about desire, nor about love, nor about temptation. It is a record. A testimony of moral injury. What follows examines a form of masculinity that confuses compulsion with virility and calls it virtue; that hides… Continue reading

  • Please don’t leave without me knowing you knew I was here

    I don’t want your last days; your last hours; to feel like your first moments here on Earth: pain, cold, fear arriving before breath. I don’t want you to begin and end the same way; opened into suffering, closed by… Continue reading

  • Deficiente por escolha

    Eu olho para os lados e vejo lobos vestidos de cordeiros. Lobos que caminham com bengalas – e essas bengalas se chamam religião. Eles se apoiam nelas como se fossem escudos sagrados, acreditando que o verniz de devoção poderia ocultar… Continue reading

  • The soul

    I’m not far. Not in the way distance usually means. I slipped through what looked like an ending – but it was only a change of light. There is no gate. No border. No winged choir, no fiery throne. But… Continue reading

  • Are you still you?

    Where did you go? Are you there yet? There… heaven? Is there heaven? Is there a place where we can simply rest – where pain unthreads itself and vanishes into stillness? Where have you been? Can you still see me?… Continue reading

  • The truth

    The fake gets along with everyone – not out of merit, but convenience.They smile to please, agree to avoid conflict, move through the world without leaving a trace. They live behind masks, shedding their skin to fit the room. Flexible… Continue reading