domingo, 31 de julho de 2016


i write because i want to recognize the obviousness of the obvious. i write because i want to unknow the obviousness of the obvious.

sábado, 23 de julho de 2016


to disorganize the agreeable scripts of the same and speculate the stars of the abracadabric nothing of the gap.  

segunda-feira, 18 de julho de 2016


sometimes i think, i feel, i'm almost scratching the non name, the non center, the center of almost nothing, the nothing of almost, even there. but, soon, then, i resist. i return to the wrong name of things that are almost things, almost words, almost real. i remain here, where you can, by little, still do some thing, almost no thing, for what was not, is not, may be. who knows if there, where i almost went, which i foresaw, maybe i also could, maybe it would work, but there is so far, so near, i'm not going, no. 

sexta-feira, 8 de julho de 2016


in portuguese we say " menos vaidade, menos meias". in english, less vanity, fewer socks. i so much prefer the portuguese, in which vanity and socks are not divided into countable and uncountable nouns, as in english. who said socks are more accountable than vanity? i'd say it's the very opposite. socks belong to the order of the abstract, the conceptual and vanity is rather pedestrian. but what i really like is this indistinction between sugar, love, granulated sugar and anguish. everything less. 

quarta-feira, 6 de julho de 2016


everything is always in a state of coincidence, inciding always at the same time. for it to become a sort of miracle, it's enough for someone to gather it into a story. coincidences are the love of someone for a narration.