Stones from my roof

1. Each step as a fractal path that unfolds in the desert underfoot. Little by little. 2. A diamond is nothing more than a survival mechanism. 3. Yesterday is thousands of years. 4. I...

The emptiness of the observer

It is in the dark illumination of a closed bridge for works that I realize the emptiness. From the space once occupied by both trays, there remains a nothingness inhabited only by air. Where...

Writer

A writer lives intensely every written word, in a constant game of search and capture for freedom.

A Grande Sorte

[Sorry, only available in portuguese] #prólogo Eu tive a grande sorte de conhecer o Sr. Roque. #introdução Armando Roque não era, de todo, um homem comum. Nas algibeiras trazia espanto e admiração pelas coisas...

Mouths

At the end of the party, meditation consists of cleaning the mouths of the drunken and revealing glasses, served at the meal. For the more ingrained dirt the nails are used and, sometimes, the...

Existence

One day someone asked me what it was for me to exist. I answered: I don’t know, it’s good, to walk in the world … Today, in my ninety years, I think that to...

Today for today

Golden waves populated by reverent suns are crossed. Along the hot and infinite asphalt, fast breezes roll towards their destination. Micro universes shaped in this peninsular desert, are oases of color and life. Dry...

Micro lake

There was a lake so unbelievably small that no one had ever seen it. It was pondered if it had ever existed.

What do you think?

What do you think of when your body hangs free in the air that embraces and shatters to a point that you do not know how much is breath and how much is wind?

Monday fires

I open the window this warm night. A paraphernalia of light and sound installs in this frame. You are lying in bed and sleepy, so you do not see. You ask me if it’s...

5 ovos, 5 pintainhos

[Sorry, only available in portuguese] – Eu disse-lhes que não era para matar aquela galinha – diz ela observando os dois cães que repousam numa sombra fresca – disse-lhes que quando ela morresse eu...

Pernas

[Sorry, only available in portuguese] Hoje não tenho pernas para andar. Dei o berro. Vou tirar o cavalo da chuva.

Seduction

Outer shells try to seduce you, to buy you, to convince you, to provoke you, to excite you, to control you, to consume you, to invade you, to alienate you, and finally, to conquer...

Slow waltz

With your body leaning against mine, I hold you, so that your world doesn’t crumble at my feet, in this slow waltz.

You Who Will In No Other Way

Who is the one in front? Can she see me? What happens if she does? Can she possibly be (in) my future? At what distance is future? Will I ever change? Why should I...