Poetry
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SP WT LV
He said there’s no love in São Paulo, only concrete, noise, and people rushing nowhere. But we were there, standing in the middle of all that gray. Laughing like the city forgot to warn us. Read more
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She blamed herself
For not having studied enough, for not being prepared for the pressure and demands of the job market. She blamed herself for not dedicating more time to her daughter, who needed help with school. She blamed herself for not exercising and for not always being full of sexual desire. She blamed herself Inspired by Helena… Read more
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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… Read more
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❤️ Tomatinhos
In the daily harvest of tomatoes, little tomatoes, heart-shaped tomatoes. Na colheita diária de tomate tomatinho tomate coraçãozinho Read more
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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… Read more
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When my digital net met the real world
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… Read more
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Life Credits
Carbon Credit, Water Credit Dignity Credit, Blood Credit In your digital hand lies a mineral that passed through an analog hand, sweaty, calloused, childish. Can your virtual finger do anything about it? Read more
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Minerito
The Uncle wants ore Little miner Uncle Sam Blood The uncle is me And you O Tio quer minério Minerito O Tio Sam Sangre O Tio sou eu Y usted Read more
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Borrowed Eyes
Six months of deep gratitude for borrowing your eyes, the ones that made my skin tremble, and still do. I had to say goodbye to everyone, to people who don’t exist anymore, who existed only inside me, or maybe never existed at all. I say goodbye to myself every day. Today, it was a great… Read more
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Magic Potion
The Cerrado’s magic potion, tomorrow, the roof turns green. Building a home, with materials found nowhere else. Poção Mágica do Cerrado Amanhã é verde no telhado Construindo um lar Com materiais sem par Read more