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.
Continue ReadingBetween voluntary myopia and the dust that accumulates on the soul, the filth of the world persists with no rugs to hide it under.
Continue ReadingA dog chained to an empty lot lives without questioning its existence, its chains, or the possibility of other dogs beyond its circle of solitude.
Continue ReadingA reporter jailed for telling the truth, a betrayed groom on his wedding night, and an absent father die alone while justice remains silent.
Continue ReadingEven in a utopian world of fulfilled dreams, there would always be the contrarian poet, dissatisfied and questioning, for joy is a matter of choice.
Continue ReadingYour sleepy face. And short hair. Pale and without an owner. Beautiful dark eyes
Continue ReadingOn the edge of your periphery, is where I remain. In the distance of subconscious Lands.
Continue ReadingOn a night in São Paulo, the public humiliation of a drunk reveals more about the character of the spectators than the victim.
Continue ReadingIn the roulette of favela violence, surviving another day is the jackpot, while death collects its dividends from the neighbors.
Continue ReadingAn English class monitor transforms a fatherless boy's Father's Day by suggesting he write a letter to Batman.
Continue ReadingOver 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
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