a fallen petal that returns to its branch ah! it's a butterfly
The amateur becomes the thing loved, By virtue of imagining a lot; I no longer have anything to desire, Because in me I have the desired part. If my soul is in it...
Luís de Camões
Politics is a stone tied around the neck of literature, and in less than six months it submerges it. Politics, in the midst of the interests of the imagination, is a shot in the...
Stendhal
Life is a misunderstood fact because we spend so much time trying to understand that when we understand we don't know why we live.
frames
I wanted to be a singer. Just so I can express myself. But I only have my love. And poems to give you.
aut(denis)
A sheet of newspaper comes in the wind around my neck; letter scarf.
Anibal Beça