Escrevida - Texts from Laura Esteves, brazilian writer.

Memoirs of a Guardian, Laura’s Legacy

You Know Me

The Dog’s Dilemmas

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.