A Poesia não se entrega a quem a define. Sexta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2010. A minha alma insiste em enfatizar a dor. E assim, lágrima a lágrima ela vai perecendo. Forma-se então uma poça em meu coração. E com o intuito de secá-la é que aqui me faço escrevendo. Há em mim um vazio cuja a razão eu desconheço. E sem me atentar ao fim, cada vez mais eu pereço. Não há motivo algum pelo qual ainda escrevo. A não ser as circunstâncias que me fazem tropeçar.

To write one post everyday. I remembered such phrase as the first C coding I learned back in dinosaur years. I was a bit reluctant to revive this but what the heck, too much thinking; too much reasoning leads me nowhere. I was a wreck most of the time nowadays. Too tired from pumping, driving, coaxing my toddler who are now very opinionated on everything and tiptoeing throughout the day and try not to make too much mess.

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Wednesday, February 27, 2013. Exploration of a Different Kind. Exploration of a Different Kind. So in this series, we were asked to write about exploring. Exploration is of course a very broad term. In its most literal sense, it conjures up for me a picture of a Ponce de Leon or Magellan type-guy with a funny hat, a fleet of ships and a faraway look in his eye. But in reality, we are all explorers. Exploration of a Different Kin. Saturday, February 9, 2013.