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A fortnightly radio show at RĂĄdio Baixa hosted by Joana D. Oliveira.
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Eu era capaz de atravessar a cidade em bicicleta só para te ver dançar e isso diz muito sobre a minha caixa toråcica.
Retour Ă Ithaque
again and again
T.S. Eliot
May you live in interesting times.
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The Life You Could Be Living (if You Werenât Living This One)
by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg
The life you could be living aches in its compression, tires of being a spark, an asteroid, a falling raindrop bouncing when it hits. Itâs wound tight between muscle and sinew, lodged in the happy gaps of a synapse. Itâs fluid like flowers. It sounds like geese out of sight. Itâs marvelous as falling asleep when exhausted, and it foreshadows your dreams like a stray piece of sunlight or an unnoticed icicle.
Pull apart the paper vignettes and subtle understandings. Find a favorite shoe lost decades ago, a line to an old song, and behind that, the melody that once made you lift your arms and twirl in your childhood bedroom after dark.
This life startles you with its foreign tongue of traumas and kisses, its vulnerable eyes staring into yours for mercy as it lies down beside you, tries to sayâ although it doesnât know your languageâ that itâs okay how it turned out, that itâs still here, and despite its wish to be lived, itâs not going anywhere.
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