Há vísceras lá fora.
Não sei se humanas, desumanas com certeza.
Minhas não são.
As minhas cá estão, contidas, guardadas, lentamente esperando pra se tornarem palavras.
Leio os jornais e encho-me de melancolia. "Que se foda a Califórnia!"
Normalizaram o absurdo.
Já faz alguns minutos que caminho sem rumo pela casa. Vasculho estantes e gavetas, olho sob as almofadas do sofá. Não consigo encontrar meu Nokia em lugar nenhum. Perdido há semanas, cogitei levá-lo a um offsite do trabalho no início de outubro em Madri. Minha ideia era comprar um
I loved writing when I was a child. I used to create all these stories inspired by the comic books I used to read and I felt really proud of myself when my teacher read them out loud to the whole class. Over the years, what used to be a
It's Monday morning and my kids are playing together in the living room - they're still on school holidays for another week. They should have gone to the day care centre today, but they're skipping it because of a doctor's appointment around noon.
Warren Buffett has an old flip phone. Christopher Nolan doesn’t even have an email account. What do they have in common? Personal assistants. I don't have a personal assistant. I have my wife. As she more wisely put it: I'm renting space in her brain.