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THE GLASS DOOR

“What will you be ashamed of 50 years from now?”   The day I saw my brother push my sister, I just froze behind the glass door. “Childish nonsense,” I thought later, but it didn’t feel quite right. I simply didn’t understand why. My sister was mad and defended herself with a teddy bear. My…

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VIOLENT DREAMS

Her paranoia woke up every time just before her, to make sure fear appeared intrinsic to her days. Like a ghost dragging a dusty cape, it would follow her every second so she’d be reminded of its existence. It would sweep along the untold words that, curled up, would clog her brain at night. Everyone…

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LET POWER, WEALTH AND FAME BURN!

“What will you be ashamed of 50 years from now?” Ooh la! Excellent question! I even dare to say that if we closed each day with a bit of time to answer the question “what did I do today that I am ashamed of?” that would bare great fruits! 50 years is a long time,…

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SCOTTISH CHRONICLE

It is very rare, in my travel fortune, that there isn’t a moment in which my brother and I taste, by ourselves, the place we’re visiting. With luck, it is at night the marching time, our favorite for such – as such, maybe in a silly curiosity, we appreciate being swallowed by the dark streets…

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DEAR GRANDCHILDREN

28th September 2067 Dear grandchildren, I am writing you because it’s already late, I don’t know what is awaiting me, or what I have left, and I feel there are things I would like you to know, things I don’t want you to repeat with the inconsequent recklessness of the young age of an imprudent…

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THE DAY I GOT ENGAGED

Growing up, I had a lot of friends. I was lucky enough to have people around me that filled in the holes that would have otherwise stayed empty forever. With my friends, I learned to share. I learned to trust and to be selfless. Each of them is important, and each of them has a…

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WAS IT REALLY THAT BAD?

I recently replied to a tweet about the reluctance of sexual assault victims to make police reports. In my reply, I mentioned that I’d been sexually assaulted three times in my lifetime, and that I had never reported any of my attackers. I felt no unease or discomfort in disclosing the fact that I’ve been…

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CAN A LOOK CHANGE THE WORLD?

As I entered barefoot in that room of tiled floor, I felt the world fall at my feet when I confronted that look. His great brown eyes could melt the coldest of hearts. His olive-toned skin spread the same Indian heat that was impregnated in our clothes and in the air. From time to time,…

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SALTY BLOOD

November 2016 I opened my car’s trunk to pack the backpack, in which I kept the oxygen bottle, and found my surfing wetsuit. I stood there, paralyzed, staring at him, as if I had ran into an old friend I hadn’t seen in years, and with whom I wanted to remember moments lived before, in…

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LESS IS NOT MORE

Brussels University, 1st year of Architecture. I am sitting alone in the big classroom, along with four hundred other students. The class: History of Architecture in the 20th century. The teacher is showing us The Barcelona Pavillon. A couple of months later, as I am discovering the Pavillon in real life, I recall and become…

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ALONE ≠ LONELY

Last week, I went to have a sunset drink at one of my favorite spots in Berlin, the Klunkerkranich rooftop. As I walked around to find a spot to sit among the crowd, I was surprised to see an art installation that wasn’t there the week before – a bunch of envelopes hanging from strings,…

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TO HELL WITH LEAVING THE COMFORT ZONE

To hell with leaving the comfort zone! To hell with comfort! Fuck the idea of discomfort. Doing freaking skydiving is not getting out of the comfort zone. Changing jobs is not getting out of the comfort zone. I’m not entitled to tell anyone to get out of the comfort zone, or even sure I know…

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TIMES OF LIGHT ARE COMING

Back in 2012, I remember being in Galicia, with water up to my knees, speaking with someone to whom I wished very well. We were agitating the water with our feet – the waters of the Galician sea are clear and let us see our bodies’ reflection. We argued about the theories of the end…

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WILD HORSES CAN’T BE TAMED

Of all that is past, you were the only fragment of time that deleted me from history. Deleting a message I didn’t like doesn’t mean I forgot I read it, and it doesn’t make me believe it hurts less, either. But I respect it, like I try to respect everything I don’t understand. I grew…

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IT’S BETTER TO FEEL PAIN THAN NOTHING AT ALL

“IT’S BETTER TO FEEL PAIN THAN NOTHING AT ALL.” I remember hearing a singer I like saying this. I remember not getting what he meant, but the melody sounded good and, for that reason only, I kept the headphones on and sang along to the rhymes on my way home. But now I understand. Or,…

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FALLING IN LOVE IS INEVITABLE

“WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE IS TRUE BUT MOST PEOPLE DON’T AGREE WITH?” I don’t have a clue! I believe it is because of my persistent thinking, which doesn’t quit reminding me that there are few things I can think of that are unique. Each idea I ever had, each theory I ever came up with,…

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FEAR IS FUN

“WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE IS TRUE BUT MOST PEOPLE DON’T AGREE?” When asked about something I believe in that not many people would be so eager to agree on, it’s quite easy for me to come up with all kinds of rebellious statements that would shock, or otherwise amuse, like-minded readers. However, bringing something that…

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THE WHOLE OF THE MOON

“To be great, be whole: nothing Of yourself exaggerate or exclude. Be all in all things. Put all you are Into the least you do. So, in every lake the whole moon Shines and, soaring, lives.” Ricardo Reis This poem, in its original version, was glued to my desk on my 6th or 7th grade…

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WIND ON MY FACE

This post was originally published in Portuguese on Expedição B. on the 23rd of January 2017 I’ve always had a lot of headaches, since I was a kid. Later came the migraines with everything else that comes with it. At the age of 17, during national exams season of my 2nd year of high school, the characteristics…

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