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We wear clothes, speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a world we cannont pronounce and that is who we are.

(Anthony Marra, A Contellation of Vital Phenomena)

Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.

is when you're at yout lowest. The view from a window resembles a movie with such intensity that makes you wonder if maybe you should be out there, simply acting.

Those smooth, spit-cleaned cheeks gave no indication of the dreams crowding her skull. Should she make it to adulthood, the girl would arrive with two hundred and six bones. Two and a half million sweat glands. Ninety-six thousand kilometers of blood vessels. Forty-six chromosomes. Seven meters of small intestines. Six hundred and six discrete muscles. One hundred billion cerebral neurons. Two kidneys. A liver. A heart. A hundred trillion cells that died and were replaced, again and again. But no matter how many ways she dismembered and quantified the body lying beside her, she couldn’t say how many years the girl would wait before she married, if at all, or how many children she would have, if any; and between the creation of this body and its end lay the mystery the girl would spend her life solving.

-Anthony Marra

these streets, they have a scent of older times, when life meant something different to what now seems to be.

cities in white

O infinito parecia muito fácil de ser alcançado na escuridão.

(George Martin, A Morte da Luz)

Portugal

i wish

and if you felt the need of all the beautiful things in the world.

a full collection inside your mind

would you let go of all you own

to fully belong to ideas?

um por um

Porto, Portugal

frasi infinite

but what if who we are is nothing but shadows and echos of a life we were supposed to live.

and i feel like the answer is within reach, I just need to capture that truth, that one simple phrase that owns a whole infinite of possibilities,

enough to shatter the world as you know and build a new one with so much beauty, like never seen before.

sometimes i wonder what do I need to do to find this infinite phrase, if one day I'll have the luck to witness its magic.

me fale

tudo

really though

via weheartit

é isto.

It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own heads. Always. All the time.

That story makes you who you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

(Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind)

me? books and cleverness.

But when those lights shine over you, you can almost hear the magic happening,  releasing you from this problematic world.

this song, oh dear

L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.