Writing is releasing feelings, without the intention of pleasing or displeasing.

Kléber Novartes

God speaks and does, we believe and experience.

Elis Rocha

No life anywhere, no life in this city or this place or this depressing existence.

Charles Bukowski

LOVE IS LIKE AN ALWAYS LIVING ROSE

DENILDO

It won't open tomorrow. Reason: because it was closed.

Rodrigo

Loneliness. I only felt my own heart, neither the wind nor even the breeze were present, hence the feeling of "suffocating". Nothing existed, I point...

Tiago Landeira