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2015/07/16

Whatever is inaccessible

Whatever is inaccessible sculpts the sand of our dreams. The lover in the distance, the one you don't have or the one you would like to know, the glory of hard work or luck, money, eternal life. We would like Chance to do things right, for appointments to be magical, for our daily lives to sprout peace.

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2015/07/01

The shoemaker

I had decided that day to take streets parallel to the wide streets of Lisbon, to see something other than the beautiful paths that the city spreads out to give itself great airs. Life, the so-called everyday life, prefers alleys, alleyways, gutter dogs and small cafés.

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2015/06/29

Razor and love

We do so many things through and for love. This heart that has its reason and this reason that listens to the walls of its body... The most recent tectonic movements of my heart, the constant fog in which my secrets move, the slow drift of my existence, I record the facts, try to connect the pieces of string without succeeding there, knots, here alliances.

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2015/06/27

The monkeys

Sunday morning, Lisbon. I watch the monkeys walking through the ropes of their zoological prison from my window. The apartment overlooks this park, populated in the afternoon by children who are regulated and controlled by their instructors. Day after day, since I arrived in Lisbon, the ride continues.

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2015/05/24

Invisible

2015/04/19

Our kites

2015/04/06

I killed a bird

2015/03/07

Brittle

2015/02/07

Waiting for spring

2015/02/01

Launch

2015/01/01

So beautiful is the chain

2014/12/24

Vitreum corpus bursting

2014/12/01

Final corrections

2014/11/16

Sex shop

2014/11/02

Falaise, phase 3

2014/10/24

Over the seasons

2014/10/19

The tree at the window

2014/10/13

The Cosmic Saw

2014/10/11

Perpetual mascara

2014/10/03

The spiral

2014/09/30

On ordinary life

2014/09/28

Our seasons

2014/09/25

Steve Jobs in dreams

2014/09/22

Submission of the manuscript

2014/09/10

It will go like the wind, I hope.

2014/08/23

Falaise

2014/07/27

The rain of time

2014/06/29

Through this skin

2014/06/28

On Acne and other soul pains

2014/05/11

Spring, slowly

2014/04/18

The old symbols

2014/04/13

The good little people

2014/04/12

Translate?

2014/04/09

Is that aging?

2014/03/22

Eighty

2014/02/23

Without a home

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