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Memoirs of a Guardian, Laura’s Legacy

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The Day I Entered Women's History

For many years, Women’s Day passed me by like a distant holiday. I watched from outside, like someone seeing a party through the window of a house they were never invited to enter. Today, for …

Beyond the mirror, essence of a woman

The true transition transcends the mirror. It is a journey inward, to the core of one’s essence. Guilherme didn’t disappear; he is the foundation upon which Laura builds her identity, …

The theory of nevermore

They say that when two people who loved each other deeply end their cycle, the universe ensures they never meet again. But as long as I breathe, a part of me still holds the quiet hope of one last …

Between silence and the mirror

Sometimes, when the silence of night weighs more than the pillow, the temptation to turn back arises. Not out of desire, but because moving forward hurts too much. And yet, a small flame insists on …

The old house of me

Transition doesn’t rob us; it dismembers us. Some parts stay behind, others resist within, and many we didn’t even know existed until they bloomed beneath the new skin. There is a silent …

The grief of being replaced by myself

She didn’t mourn me; she mourned the loss of the disguise. And went looking for another. The pain of watching the one you loved rebuild the puppet you burned in the fire of truth is the highest …

Between the cold and the warmth

Being single isn’t the absence of love; sometimes it’s just a beautiful pause between what has passed and what is yet to come. A time when we learn to embrace ourselves and understand that …

The ending no one told the heart

The body leaves, but the affection stays; like forgotten perfume on folded clothes. Physical separation is easy to map; the hard part is explaining to a feeling that there’s no way back.

I miss

Sometimes, longing isn’t just about someone; it’s about everything their presence turned into home. It’s the coffee before waking, the quiet laughter in the middle of a movie, the …

The echo of what I didn't say

There is a pain that doesn’t bleed but silently corrodes: knowing that I hurt the one I loved most. It wasn’t just words; it was absences, omissions, and gestures that carried the weight …

A cis woman discovers that her husband is a trans woman. Between the support she wants to give and the life she feels crumbling, she faces grief, guilt, and the hardest question: how do you love when …

Who makes the dawn worth it

Life is a constant search for companionship, for someone with whom to share moments of joy and also the daily challenges. Often, we focus on finding that person who will fill the empty space beside us …

The magic of small moments

Longing sometimes lives in the small things that seem almost insignificant. It arises, for instance, in the simple act of remembering that smile that made the world feel lighter, or in the sensation …

Scars that strengthen and gestures that heal

To love is to open the doors to a universe full of gifts that only reveal themselves when we set fear aside and surrender wholeheartedly.

Beyond the crumbs, offer an ocean

She has to touch me before touching me. Because true love needs to reach the soul, awaken a warmth that transcends any skin.

Losing the man I loved

She watched the man she fell in love with slowly transform into someone she no longer recognized. The love hadn’t ended, but it was changing; and the sense of loss was devastating.

The price of being who I am

Ten years of shared love weren’t enough to survive the transition. When being who you are means losing who you love most, the emptiness that remains may also be the space where your truth …

Between Loves and New Beginnings, Our New Story

Accepting the end wasn’t easy. It took learning to love from afar, to recolor existence and to surrender hope to the course of life, which knows how to handle time and reunions with wisdom.

The space we couldn't fill

Underwater, between the steam and the void, a woman in transition realizes that love doesn’t always survive the truth. There are no villains in the story; just two people who no longer fit in …

Even if apart, may we be light

A farewell letter of gratitude to the wife left behind. When love transforms alongside identity, what remains is the sincere wish that both find peace and happiness on their new paths.

Idiosyncratic late-night reflections on change

In the solitude of the early morning, darkness and silence mix with my thoughts and the sound of my breathing. Here I am, at two in the morning, with my cigarettes and a non-alcoholic beer by my side, …

Twilight of Hope

In a quiet neighborhood of Indaiatuba, there was a small blue house where Laura lived. Every day, she faced the bathroom mirror, a battle that began with a deep breath and a determined look.

Memoirs of a Guardian, Laura's Legacy

In the tapestry of life, each thread holds its importance, and for Laura, a trans woman, one thread shone with surprising complexity. It wasn’t just any thread, but one that represented her past …

An emblematic journey

In a world where the truth about ourselves is often obscured by social expectations and norms, the journey of understanding and accepting one’s identity can be an arduous and lonely path.

If I were a poet

If I were a poet, I’d make you understand in verse, That the love growing within me, Is greater than the universe

The Life of the Rock

A rock on the beach withstands the most violent storms, but is slowly eroded by the gentle and persistent waves of everyday life.

A Fragment of Observation

Verses observing the urban and cosmic landscape, from teenagers in the park to constellations floating in the silence of the ocean.

Retina Mirror

Between notifications, likes and bright screens, we lose the open mic, the face-to-face conversation and the joy of real life.

The cosmos' contribution to love

There is something like cosmic dust. That when stirred, flees into the nebulae. Through the fusion of celestial bodies

Singularity 500

In the year 3426, an artificial intelligence connected to all of humanity begins to question the purpose of its existence; and the worth of those who created it.

Juvenile Nightmares of a Normal Human Being

The brutal account of a teenager sent to a psychiatric facility for cheating on a test, where he faced violence, isolation, and the death of his only friend.

Epitaph of passion

Loving you was optional, But falling in love with you was not, Loving you was within the limits of my heart, But love for you was a matter of life, and death.

Escher, authors and deities

The fabric of the narratives tends to reveal with each development that the ending, paradoxically, is often nestled in the beginning.

Ode to Femininity

We, women, are the fabric of strength, skill and deep empathy, which intertwine with the divine gift of life, radiating a love that fills our hearts and shapes destinies.

Paternal Midlife Crisis

A father watches his daughter get ready to go out and realizes, between a sip of whisky and a restrained compliment, that she’s grown up and he’s getting old.

Sex and good morning

Why is good morning a simple everyday wave, while sex, for many, carries such a disproportionate weight? The answer, woven through centuries of patriarchy, takes a heavy toll on women.

The price of the spirit without ideal

In a world where the female voice often echoes through silenced halls, the fight for an ideal that resonates with the female experience is constant and exhausting.

Inner Reflections

Fragile mental echoes have decayed, By time and space’s relentless monotony betrayed. Wearied thoughts have quietly caved, Where shattered dreams to fatigue are enslaved.

A Reminder to Dream

A warning against the fear that imprisons dreams and condemns the soul to silence until the day of death.

Fragile Faiths

A critique of closed belief systems that offer false peace of mind and betray the human condition with superficial absolutism.

Granting of Dimensions

A poem comparing the gravity of the universe with the bonds of companionship, friendship, and love that draw beings closer.

I Am Disturbed

A manifesto of disturbance in the face of injustices, hypocrisies, and hidden beauties of the world, concluded with a declaration of love for life.

Just another dream

Last night I dreamed of you, a dream so vivid, so deep. My hands caressed your face, my heart longed for a kiss to keep.

Ode to Humanity

25/05/2017
Urban Hermit
Poetry

Verses on the duality between life and death, truth and lies, good and evil as forces that shape human existence.

Perishable Routines

A reflection on the ephemeral nature of things, the slavery of time, and the detachment of the ego as a path to valuing true moments.

Prismated

A metaphor about invisible glass prisms that imprison human individuality, isolating us in solitude to keep us alive.

Techno-Human Regressions

A critique of science sold to capitalism, technological individualism, and the destruction of social structures in the name of progress.

The Age of Entities

Human imagination produces spiritual entities as vehicles of consciousness to maintain itself full and balanced with the environment.

The Bird and the Joint

An unexpected philosophical dialogue with a bird about the nature of beauty, the duality of the universe, and the limits of human concepts.

The Mirror of the Core

On the courage to face one’s own demons and seek an authentic faith, free from dogmas and manufactured labels.

The Principle of Consciousness

An investigation into the nature of consciousness, questioning whether we are the same person when we wake up and where what truly defines us resides.

The Soul

A reflection on the impossibility of defining the soul and the celebration of the real processes that allow us to think, love, and exist.

To Be or Not to Be Human

A reflection on the violence intrinsic to human beings, our failure to adapt to the planet, and the irony of being our own predator.

Transcending Time and Space

A reflection on humanity’s capacity to overcome the impossible and love as the only force capable of transcending time and space.

XI. Judge One Another

A reflection on social invisibility, the fear of judgment, and the impossibility of comprehending the totality of another’s reality.

XII. Judge Yourselves

On how the judgment of others reveals more about the one who judges than about the one being judged, and the danger of living a reality that is not your own.

Convoluted Revolt

In your mouth there is democracy. There is dictatorship. Forget the sensuality of the tongue. That appeases the naked and pure flesh

Gray Soul

Gray. Yes, no, yes and no. Neutral or not, light or not. Yes, maybe. Neither white, nor black. Light is not, dark isn’t. Gray.

A toast to time

A poem about time as the godfather of love. Between skeptical dawns and storms that veil the moon, two hearts learn together that being foolish before time is the most honest way to love.

Your presence

For years, I captivated senses and emotions, which I left confined in their fortress, isolated. It was enough for your eyes to simply meet mine for the walls of anguish to crumble.

Time in you

Unable to count hours, I surrendered to counting lapses without you in my life

The post-nihilism engagement

We spend our entire lives imagining that our true love is out there somewhere, we always keep one foot out the door, waiting and searching for that person who will finally tell us we have been found.

Unverbalizable need

I want to kiss your mouth while our tongues dance. I want to look deep into your eyes and understand the reciprocity

I prefer the silence

I prefer the silence. Between heartbeats. Between sighs. Between words

I write you

I write you. More than you read. In my touch on you. There is more than you feel

You Forgot Me

Anti-hedonistic and merciless, something lost through regrets that the courageous seek and the old have no time to understand.

You Know Me

An intimate and engaging dialogue with the reader, leading step by step to an unexpected revelation about what makes us human.

Addictive Nihilism

An invitation to get drunk on pain, poetry, obsessive delusions and parallel illusions, forever in this moment.

Biopsychosocial Networks

Humanity is getting dumber between 140 characters, empty hashtags, and the growing inability to formulate a single idea.

Have You Been Out There?

A call to follow the paths of wild wolves, where the wind is merciless with the weak of spirit and living is a gift.

Living in Filth

Between voluntary myopia and the dust that accumulates on the soul, the filth of the world persists with no rugs to hide it under.

The Dog's Dilemmas

A dog chained to an empty lot lives without questioning its existence, its chains, or the possibility of other dogs beyond its circle of solitude.

The Myth of Dreams

A reporter jailed for telling the truth, a betrayed groom on his wedding night, and an absent father die alone while justice remains silent.

The Poet's Opium

Even in a utopian world of fulfilled dreams, there would always be the contrarian poet, dissatisfied and questioning, for joy is a matter of choice.

Eight and the Memories

Your sleepy face. And short hair. Pale and without an owner. Beautiful dark eyes

Forgotten I love yous

On the edge of your periphery, is where I remain. In the distance of subconscious Lands.

I Wished I Were an Alien

On a night in São Paulo, the public humiliation of a drunk reveals more about the character of the spectators than the victim.

Jackpot, Son

In the roulette of favela violence, surviving another day is the jackpot, while death collects its dividends from the neighbors.

Me, Batman and Father's Day

An English class monitor transforms a fatherless boy’s Father’s Day by suggesting he write a letter to Batman.

Over a navy blue ocean

Over a navy blue ocean. A fierce storm unleashed its fury. The waters, being turned into foam. The waves confident, for what they could not know

The Perception of Horses

Horses of the same color and identical riders, with a myopic tunnel vision, trot without will toward the only inevitable destination.

The Vain Life of an Old Man

Rodolfo, a green-skinned elderly man, discovers the meaning of life at 70, but meets a tragic end when trying to share it with humanity.

Unraveling

A singular letter lost in libraries and planets can still make noise and awaken your imagination.

Virtual Reflection

In the monitor’s reflection. The daily timid fear. It is the hatred reflected from pain. Healthy and perfect anonyms. With a sore loser complex

Rhapsody of the Woman I Love

Considerable blasphemy, but not in vanity. It wore down my anatomy consumed by apathy. Your humanity became my center of gravity

In a Certain Light

In a certain light, You look like paradise. And when the summer air. Dances through your hair. It makes me think of Eden

Healthy Nostalgia

We have gone to places where trees no longer bear leaves, Where birds no longer sing for their taken lives.

Poetic Restlessness

Poetry is the way you look at the world, But not like the shadow of the everyday. That worn and filthy angle. It is full of energy and deceit

Flush

There is a serious problem with forgetting to flush. And this action I demand

I Cry, Really

Why do they restrain me from crying?. They say men don’t cry

Forgotten Acrobats

Life is not fair. Some parade on carpets. Red and velvety, in a comfortable manner. Others run for survival. On tightropes thin as dental floss

The Last Frequency

Waterfalls cascade over nothingness. And make what was once darkness, shine. Pass by me one more time. Even if it takes forever

Friendship with Logic

Logic was always my friend, I walked with her hand in hand. Displaying a friendship

Illusory Happiness

The duality, the fear of choice, The weak one’s incapacity To break free and raise their voice, To see beyond the cavity.

ACT VIII - Entropy

Nothing exploded. There was an update. Alice watches the first signs of a new rupture while, across the country, the consequences of the first one haven’t yet healed. The cycle doesn’t …

Interlude VIII - The Small Farmer

He wasn’t a billionaire. He had land. When the redistribution notice arrived, the small farmer who employed families and fed a community discovered that the new system also takes from the small.

ACT VII - Logs of a Hacker

Money is moral latency. In personal journals spanning 2019 to 2027, a hacker records the ideology, dilemmas, and consequences of belonging to the group that decided to rewrite the rules of the global …

Interlude VII - The Enki Family

He was always the most rational of the group. On an ordinary Tuesday, a family dinner turns into a silent interrogation when the news starts pointing to someone on the inside.

Extra - Public Testimony

The camera doesn’t forgive hesitation. Under studio lights, Alice’s mother gives a public testimony that is neither defense nor accusation; it is memory. The story of someone who lived the …

ACT VI - The Letter

The letter had no scent of farewell. It had precision. On ordinary paper; almost anonymity in a traceable age; a grandfather writes to his granddaughter about systems, choices, and the cost of …

Interlude VI - The Surveillance

The collapse taught governments something; not about justice, but about control. A silent update sweeps through central servers. In the logs, there is no word surveillance. There is efficiency.

ACT V - Ouroboros Society

Alice remembers the smell of the hallway; cheap disinfectant, reheated coffee, aged silence. The story of a granddaughter who grew up visiting her grandfather in a place too discreet to be prison, too …

Interlude V - The School

The surname came before the name. At school, the granddaughter of the man who broke the system faces whispers, accusations, and the weight of a story she never chose to carry.

ACT IV - The Invisible Trial

He wasn’t arrested in a cinematic dawn raid. There was formal notification, black cars, and a silent street. The trial of the man who exposed the system’s fragility begins; no cameras, no …

Interlude IV - The Enki Who Hesitated

He hadn’t slept since the activation. Not from euphoria; from noise. The code worked with mathematical precision, but precision doesn’t measure consequence. One of the architects of the …

ACT III - Babel Rebooted

On Monday, the world stopped celebrating and started calculating. Governments called emergency meetings, rivals sat at the same table, and humanity discovered the problem was never losing money; it …

Interlude III - The House

The deed was valid. Both of them. Two families arrived at the same address with the same contract, the same digital confirmation. When the system validated everything, ownership lost its meaning.

ACT II - 72-Hour Utopia

Saturday dawned too light. With all balances equal, dealerships overflowed, jewelers sold everything, and humanity lived 72 hours of accidental utopia; before discovering that equality without …

Interlude II - The Supermarket

The card was approved. The problem is that all cards were approved. At the supermarket, for the first time, no one had to choose what to leave behind; until abundance became the new problem.

Interlude I - The Hospital

The system went down at 02:17. At the hospital, no one knew yet. Between offline suppliers and unreplaced equipment, a lung too small to fail struggles to survive on a night when logistics decided to …

ACT I - The Day Money Died

No explosion, no siren, no warning. On a quiet Friday, the global financial system simply stopped. What began as a temporary instability revealed itself as the end of everything known as money.

Prelude - Pre Rupture; The World Before the Collapse

The world worked with mechanical precision; not out of fairness, but out of acceptance. A silent narrative about the normality built on debts, notifications, and blind faith in the systems that …