fallen trees
grey skyes
i thought i would make it
but it was all lies
broken windows
shapeless creatures
i thought i would make it
when i didn’t have the features
i thought i would make it
but i was just faking it
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from South Korea
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from Venezuela
seen from Russia
seen from Australia

seen from Netherlands
seen from Spain

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from Poland

seen from United States
fallen trees
grey skyes
i thought i would make it
but it was all lies
broken windows
shapeless creatures
i thought i would make it
when i didn’t have the features
i thought i would make it
but i was just faking it
i get myself flowers
and write a letter
i put some perfume
and a pretty dress
i get downstairs
and pretend to be yours
just so i can be alive one more day
while being dead inside
- faking it so i can make it someday
she smells like night time
like the encounter of the sea and the moon,
salty and shiny
like hidden raisins in food even when is not december,
always blowing my mind
she smells like pouring rain and wet grass,
putting a smile on my lips
she smells like a new book on an old shelf,
adventurous and familiar
she smells home far away from home,
like more like home than my own
she smells like something i don’t have a name for
but i’m dying to discover
describe a smell // day 15 escapril
i’ve been craving for something greater
for that summer vibes and movie night
for heart eyes and jellybeans sky
i’ve been craving for some romance
or just some kissing
or just our hands holding
for some smiles and heart pounding
i want some leg shaking and pretty notes
moonlight dancing and sun flowers.
i just want more
more daydreaming
but something real
but dreaming.
as marcas no meu corpo contam as histórias das minhas vidas passadas. elas são como cordilheiras pontiagudas e pálidas, confusas e solitárias. são como lembranças de quem um dia já fui e jamais serei de novo. as marcas no meu corpo contam sobre as guerras eu já enfrentei e as batalhas que eu perdi. elas tecem a minha pele com agulhas afiadas e tricotam momentos na sua superfície. as marcas no meu corpo escondem espaços entre si -- pequenas depressões intocadas -- reservadas para as próximas vidas que viverei e as histórias que carregarei no meu próprio corpo.
a fresh start // day 01 escapril
the moon
the stars
the planets
the sun
the galaxies
they don’t seem as far away
as we do
celestial bodies // day 13 escapril
i’ve never met more of a lovely creature than yourself when i’m dreaming
- when i close my eyes all i see is you
the rain outside
washes my gender away
they navegate throught the sidewalk
and play with the leaves on the ground
they swirl around with the little girl
i once were
they go asleep at the alley
where the other people’s genders
no one cares about
waiting to blossom
with the may flowers
april showers // escapril day 02