Letters to a Friend – X
Would it not be nice to meet us all soon?
Before each of us with our busy lives,
Diverge even more, albeit unconsciously; Continue reading Letters to a Friend – X
Would it not be nice to meet us all soon?
Before each of us with our busy lives,
Diverge even more, albeit unconsciously; Continue reading Letters to a Friend – X
Time is like a black hole. It has a humongous appetite to consume the memories of living and nonliving things… Continue reading Letters to a friend – VIII
where art the secrets and lies
of our lost childhood, our aspirations,
our simple desires of playing with a toy…? Continue reading notre mère- II
And with much ease, plucks the words from his thoughts
…
And imprisons them forever on a paper, using a pen. Continue reading Letters to a friend – VI
The glass slide that held a family Of Pedra dois… Continue reading Letters to a friend – V
All that would last in the end is the vast emptiness… Continue reading Emptiness
Time surely brings change. Merely puppets, are we in the hands of this Goliath… Continue reading Thoughts gush from the foothills of Mendoza…
…to have a ball in the backyard,
to play with Master Boris… Continue reading Song to a Friend – V
The seed that once germinated into a sapling
is now a fully grown tree… Continue reading Letters to a Friend – IV

With great surprise, we received
an invitation for a gathering
In the form of words that were strung Together carefully,
arriving at our inboxes on
Quinta feira precisely,
with a notification: ‘You have got mail’.
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