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Not today Justin

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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trying on a metaphor
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Cosmic Funnies
Stranger Things
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@chacomvodca
⚠ importante ⚠ (em Museu Oscar Niemeyer)
pelos meios, pelos cantos, pelos tê-los tantos
recado de carnaval 🎉 (em Barão Geraldo)
Leaving the Empty Room
by: Stephen Dunn from: The Paris Review, No. 196 (Spring 2011)
The door had a double lock, and the joke was on me. You might call it protection against self, this joke, and it wasn’t very funny: I kept the door locked in order to think twice. The room itself: knickknacks, chairs, and a couch, the normal accoutrements. And yet it was an empty room, if you know what I mean. I had a ticket in my head: Anytime, it said, another joke. How I wished I had a deadline to leave the empty room, or that the corridor outside would show itself to be a secret tunnel, perhaps a winding path. Maybe I needed a certain romance of departure to kick in, as if I were waiting for magic instead of courage, or something else I didn’t have. No doubt you’re wondering if other people inhabited the empty room. Of course. What’s true emptiness without other people? I thought twice many times. But when I left, I can’t say I made a decision. I just followed my body out the door, one quick step after another, even as the room started to fill with what I’d been sure wasn’t there.
e no meio da calçada (em I.A.Unicamp)
emaranhado #campinas (em Avenida Campos Sales Campinas)
imponência #campinas (em Rua General Osório Centro Campinas)
mais frio que um poema mal escrito