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a lua como se fosse um sorriso
📷 HERBERT MATTER Vent d'été (Mercedes Matter) Summer Wind (Mercedes Matter) 1940 • https://herbertmatter.org
Heads of ancient gods on the wall.
Photo by Egor Myznik on Unsplash
Let Birds By Linda Gregg
Nicole W. Lee, from "Even the Dust"
love
the heart beats not at all like a drum. hear the pulse hear the rhythm let time stop for a moment let it linger eyes flick open in solvent wonder to see the light of a new day, lover, and to the victor the spoils
Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933
Letter Gutter
I slip the letter opener under the flap, And with a quick motion I slice it open. It is visceral, This feeling of efficient slaughter, The gutting of a fish In an office on land.
I wonder if the muscle memory translates, If simulation teaches familiarity if not mastery, If this is how they train you to kill without thinking, Just by making the action mundane.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West, featured in The Letters of Vita Sackville West & Virginia Woolf
Strawberry Full Moon over Ely Cathedral l VeronicaJoPo
29th June 2026. This year's Strawberry Moon was extremely low in the sky, which made it look very large and bright. (A perfect photographic opportunity!)
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice
Anna Akhmatova, from a letter to Nikolay Punin featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953
The Suitor by Jane Kenyon
v. After the Door Closed
After the door closed nothing looked broken that was the worst part
The world kept its shape traffic still moved neon still flickered Vex still laughed somewhere in rooms I stopped going to
But inside everything was misaligned
I started measuring time in before you and after you like the night you met me cut my life clean in two and left me standing on the wrong side of it
Your name became something I avoided out loud but repeated in my head like a bad prayer
I tried to replace you new faces new voices new nights that looked the same but felt hollowed out
Because none of them knew the version of me you left behind
The one that stayed up too late re-reading old messages like they might change the one that memorized absence like it was something sacred the one that kept expecting a return that never came
Sleep got strange
Dreams became cruel you showing up like nothing ever ended like I hadn't learned how to live without you
And waking up felt like losing you twice
I stopped going places that echoed too loud corners where you stood streets that still carried the shape of your laughter
Even the air felt different there like it remembered you better than I did
And I kept asking myself the same quiet question
when did it stop being ours and start being just mine
Because that's what it became this one-sided haunting this weight you don't carry but I still do
People say it fades
Maybe it does
But not all at once not clean
It erodes slow, uneven taking parts of me with it I didn't realize were yours until they were gone
And even now after all this distance after all this time
there are moments that pull me straight back to that first night
dim lights cheap drinks Vex somewhere in the background and you
standing there with those ocean blue eyes like something I'd survive
I didn't
not completely
Some part of me is still there stuck in that moment before I knew what losing you would turn me into
break the seal tear the wax read my words pretend to cry look up at me blink your eyes nothing comes cough awkwardly head it echo shuffle on your feet drop your arms to your sides look away wait silent now make like you don't care but you do, don't you? go away a while but you will still think of me