I’m going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.

Jean-Paul Sartre

a sul de nenhum norte...

When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.

Albert Camus

It’s all messy:
The hair.
The bed.
The words.
The heart.

William Leal

a sul de nenhum norte...

Stop speaking.
Use your eyes, instead.

Nayyirah Waheed

you too awake
from sleep.
a hoarse-voiced
siren roars.
light floods the room
through windows thick with grime.
you cannot help but smile
at this brisk light
that so robustly plays
and jangles in the leaves.
and off you go. where to?
you do not know.


Pensas no exterior do quarto, nas ruas da cidade, nessas pequenas praças para os lados da estação. Nesses sábados de inverno parecidos uns com os outros.

Marguerite Duras