Unlove isn’t romantic. It is substantial. As you try to portray what it is not, you are lost and living under the vivid evocation of delusional landscapes. We mustn’t run away from what we feel. At least try to clarify what stands up and what falls. Hunt after a hunt. Victory after victory. Death after a death… We still climb new heights. Is it as cold up here as I always thought it was? I breathe. At long last, I need to breathe… To let go..
We are not in the Sun anymore. We excuse ourselves to be in-between realities, so we can escape what we are facing. Feathers and wine,..
Comparing Pomba Gira to another spirit to help you make sense of her or syncretising her is foolish. There is nothing more frustrating than someone..
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