Escrevida - Texts from Laura Esteves, brazilian writer.

The Dog’s Dilemmas

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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