Definitive, as everything that is simple. Our pain doesn’t come from the things that we’ve lived, but from the things that were dreamed up and not acquired. Why do we suffer? Why do we automatically forget what we had enjoyed and we suffer for our unfulfilled projections, for all the […]
A time comes when you no longer can say: my God. A time of total cleaning up. A time when you no longer can say: my love. Because love proved useless. And the eyes don’t cry. And the hands do only rough work. And the heart is dry. Women knock […]
This is my English translation for a poem written by Luis Fernando Verissimo called “Não goste do amor” (Do not love the love, in English). This post goes to a friend of mine, another Brazilian who is Irish by heart 🙂 Love someone who loves you Someone who would wait […]
Love is a fire that burns unseen, a wound that aches yet isn’t felt, an always discontent contentment, a pain that rages without hurting, a longing for nothing but to long, a loneliness in the midst of people, a never feeling pleased when pleased, a passion that gains when lost […]
Who had the idea of slicing time into pieces, which were given the name of year, was a genius person. Industrialized hope pushing it to the limits of its exhaustiveness. Twelve months are enough for any human being to get tired and give up. Then comes the miracle of renovation […]
