Monday, monday.

Mais uma semana.

Capítulo e capítulos cuja cadência é marcada pela segunda e pelo sétimo.

A vida tem disto, compassos que são definidos e impostos e vividos sem qualquer controlo ou vontade.

Como podemos ser livres assim?

Domésticas.

It is yours

You can't shape a heart.

You can ignore a few hearts. 

You can love a heart.

Das boas dicas.

Go mum

Got it!

Maybe

Luck is...

You could.
Or maybe, instead, you could amd then I would. 

Getting your priorities right!

Poucas memórias.
Tão poucas memórias.
Um alzeimer selectivo.
Uma memória inteligente.
Gavetas desarrumadas e
espelhos por limpar.
Tudo sujo.
Mas tudo tão perfeito.
Assim.

Alert

To have the nerve.

It is eerily terrifying that there is no sound when a heart breaks. Car accidents end with a bang, falling ends with a thud, even writing makes the scratching sound of pencil against paper. But the sound of heart breaking is completely silent. Almost as tough no one, not even the universe itself could create a sound for such devastation. Almost as tough silence is the only way the universe could pay its respect to the sound of a heart falling apart.
Nikita Gill

❝ And I thought about you, and thought about you, and thought about you… ❞

Dance me

F off

I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.”

Albert Camus, The Fall

Tuesday is the new Friday

Seguro

Amparo
Dos teus sonhos
Que desembrulho
Com a ternura
Do despertar
Perfect

Porque hoje também se morre

Sim. 

Sem hesitar, sim.

Life is short, life is shit, life is hard and it does not get easier.

But sim, sem hesitar, sim.

Let's pray to the sound on the radio.

    Não me fales de amor. 

DISCLAIMER

All characters, emotions, whispers, sighs, appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to situations, past, present or even future, as well as any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and does not hold any subliminar meaning. This work is the pure exercise of a working soul trying to maintain creativity alive in the present for the sake of the past and future creativities.

Silêncio do dia: trancado.

Make a wish

Friday friday

O secreto dos teus olhos
O segredo do meu coração
O sossego de Janeiro
O sempiterno tempo.

Pesadelos

So it is