At 10am Today Someone In The Neighborhood Was Blasting Ax Music Full Volume, So I Stick My Head Outside

at 10am today someone in the neighborhood was blasting axé music full volume, so i stick my head outside my window trying to understand what's going on outside, just to find a single mechanic from the nearby workshop dancing beside his car's audio system like he was on a micareta. alone, on a sunday morning. and that's when it hit me: it's february.

when carnaval approaches, nothing will be said - but there will be signs.

Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source, it dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illnesses and wounds, it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never of natural death. Every lover could be brought to trial as the murderer of his own love. When something hurts you, saddens you, I rush to avoid it, to alter it, to feel as you do, but you turn away with a gesture of impatience and say: "I don’t understand."

Anaïs Nin, from The Four Chambered Heart

soy tan vulnerable a su amor（￣へ￣）🎀

this is my multiverse of madness

society of the snow (2023).

on courage and survival.

“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince