Memories…

I keep thinking about all the things I love from people to the sound of clocks ticking and I just want to gather everything I love, every word I love, every moment I’ve felt like someone was peeling my heart like an orange and there was it, exposed. I want to gather those things and make a nest for me to call home. And I just keep thinking of what I would add if I could and there are just so many things: tastes, smells, warmth, laughter, palm lines, the fog coffee makes above your kitchen table, the way eyes can … Continue reading Memories…

Sweetness…

I keep my sweetness for exact hours: not a millimeter less or more! I am outraged at the programmed waste of millions. Outraged and short temper. I love in imperfect tense, messy, sassy! In a world that has conquered material abundance, “as a little human” shame burns in the soul. Within mine! Before the abyss of finitude all power is bizarre, but we betray ourselves every day: the seduction of this totem, makes us spit in the possible paradise, soft without glorifying ‘kitsch’: that little adorned utopia! Only humans living their potentials: Freud would not have to worry about the … Continue reading Sweetness…

Bitter times…

Some years ago I developeded a website for a company and after a few months the owner of that company invited me to teach English to him and his family. They were very wealthy people, their wealth included a elegant apartment in Manhattan, New York city, yet they lacked common courtesy. Well, it was election time in Brazil, and in the city of Sao Paulo Fernando Haddad from the Labor Party won the elections. The same politician who is running for the presidency in this election. I became very close to that family of three people who I taught English … Continue reading Bitter times…