Air Fiesta Alarms Books Bragging Building in Public Cycling Food for thought Funny Games Interviews Love Lucid Dreaming Mental Health Movies Open Goals Poetry Productivity Quotes Ranting Smart Keys Sustainability Techy Travel Youper

  • The meat has been overcooked

    , ,

    It gives me chills
    to imagine a global
    and personal revolution
    starting so simply,
    so immediately,
    just by stopping
    the eating of dead animals.

    A tiny gesture
    with a giant impact.

    Fire the barbecue chef
    living inside you —
    the one who insists,
    the one who pretends not to hear.

    Because the meat,
    honestly,
    has been overcooked
    for a long time.

  • ❤️ Tomatinhos

    ,

    In the daily harvest of tomatoes,
    little tomatoes,
    heart-shaped tomatoes.

    Na colheita diária
    de tomate tomatinho
    tomate coraçãozinho

    Little tomatoes that grew in my compost bed. Some in the shape of hearts. ❤️

  • Then I heard other people

    ,

    I built an opinion
    from TV reports
    while sitting on a comfortable couch,
    throwing out clever lines
    triggered by nothing more
    than a raised eyebrow.

    Then I heard other people
    repeating the same rehearsed phrases,
    and it hit me,
    those thoughts weren’t mine.
    It hurt.

    So I went quiet
    and started rebuilding.

    I learned an opinion
    is never finished,
    and touching it
    is always painful,
    especially on mornings
    like this one,
    reading the brutal map
    of incarceration in Brazil    ,
    letting the discomfort
    do its work.

  • When my digital net met the real world

    , ,
    My non-digital skills in the middle of the Peruvian Amazon.

    Where I was born, I learned to fish with a very special net.
    It was my digital net, cast into a virtual sea.
    Ten years learning, fishing, sometimes even teaching,
    enough stories to fill a small boat.

    Then I realized I had been living on an island.
    So I took my little boat and rowed far across that sea.
    I found a massive continent,
    analog and real, sometimes surreal.

    My boat made no sense in all that land.
    So I kept walking, looking for people
    to tell my stories to,
    but no one understood the way I fished.

    I walked until I found a river, ready to show them.
    But my digital net didn’t work there,
    no electricity in sight.

    I didn’t eat for a while.
    I got thinner.
    And I learned.

    I learned to eat fruit.

    And maybe that’s how I grew,
    switching nets, switching worlds,
    combing someone else’s hair on a rocky floor.

  • Zucchini Man

    Passing through your timeline today,
    the Zucchini Man
    grown with lots of love
    and watered by the fresh springs
    of the Low Valley of Ratones.

    Enjoy.