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You arrived as if you were lost. In fact you were and you knew it long before. This is how I remember. I looked at your structure and I found it fragile. Perhaps you’d say your age is greater than the look you have. But it’s not that. It’s not about age. It’s not about appearance. It’s about frailty. Yes frailty. All your body language accentuated ( Read more... )

I dreamt of her seated in dusk light on my knee and a tenuous but luminous smile like the wings of a butterfly reclined on my shoulder immovable, in complete abandonment. She remained quiet, sleeping between my arms, that inner girl, though external woman, at times enthusiastic, and vastly tender soon after, fragile today, her soul in confusing ( Read more... )

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I’ve never known princes and princesses stories in which the narrative would go beyond "they married and lived happily ever after". Married - essential condition for happiness, ever after - breaking the temporal attribute of relationships without any support reasoning, without any explanation, a methodology for how to do it right. That would come ( Read more... )

Someday I will find a word that will pierce your womb and fertilize it, that will stop on your breast as a hand open and closed at the same time. I will find a word that will halt your body and turn it upside down, that will enclose your soul and open your eyes as a sky without clouds and that will use your saliva and make you legs bend. It is ( Read more... )

My name is alexandre, my friends call me alex. I like it that way, I like it simple, I’ve always favored simple things though I can’t be attached to things themselves, only people. I was born in Mozambique on the 12 th day of January and I’m living the third decade of my life. It sounds like a long way but I don’t feel aged. I forget birthdays and ( Read more... )

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Lick my wounds slowly as the passage of hours because an elegy is just a fleeting perception of time and we nomads are vaguely hoping to plough equinoxes, like pistons growing, sparse over surfaces excessively measured into anatomical atlas. Lick my wounds because I am a poplar reclined over the remission of your kiss, let me rephrase it, of your ( Read more... )