Broke a foot as a child, loves photography, occasionally becomes a depth filled poet.
Kind hearted beast with a drop of humor in between smoke and mirrors.
Want
To be able to recover a smile, the flower of a kiss and the tear of meats that roam to infinity.
To fight everyday for the ability to shelter myself on the high towers of an impossible gaze, and to have its touch elevate and shatter all the chains in my chest.
To sit down in a mansard contemplating the stars I want to build in myself and in another's breast.
Palid dreams of a sparkling future. Necessary weights of madness and lucidity.
"Sou eu mesmo, a charada sincopada que ninguém da roda decifra nos serões de província"
INFP
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