He saved me, he was everything to me and I fckd his peace up, because of my stupid obsession with answers and understanding what was going on with all that crap from everyone, plus his. Yeah, way to go 👌🏽🤡🤦🏽

txt on insta reels about Arts and Fashion exhibition

 - After weeks of mourning and deep depression, even getting to an anedonic state, though I tried a bit of the usual tricks to raise and balance the chemistry (watching comedies, eating dark chocolate, tell someone a bit of what happened, write stuff), I finally managed to go out on the streets and ended up finding this spectacle of exhibition. 'Arts and Fashion', got in with free admission and all empty at the end of the day at Gulbenkian (after communion with nature, reading in its park, of course). I remembered how someone wrote on a Fitzgerald book a dedication for me saying something like to remember there's always beauty even if it's not when we first look. So I really thought this avalanche of beauty would fulfill the aesthetic needs and bring back to something a bit of recognizable of myself. I don't know if it did, I think only a little bit as I found myself recognising from afar so many styles, designers and painters, epochs and techniques. I do know I got disturbed thinking and questioning everything, also in an avalanche mode, in terms of the exploitation, absurdity, slaughters and slavery, triggered right at the beginning by a dress with whale beards. 

Anyway, fugetaboutitttt! Just sharing the 'en passant' one click registers in case you like to see this kind of artefacts. Have a great week, wishing you beauty too and a break to appreciate it, whether it's in nature or in man-made stuff. 

Being a child

 Being a child 

She never made us feel special 

Or anything like a priority 

She never celebrated us

Not even in Children's Day

She just saw us as a burden

Someone who was in the way

Of her supposed glory life

Being a child 

Should never feel like a guilt

And we like a burden to keep

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