A selection of love letters, diary entries, prose, poetry and fragments of writing. "I find you where there might have once been a horizon, smudged between the esoteric press of lips and folding of hands; I find you in the immemorial gasp between birdsong and silence; I find you where the flowers bend."
e talvez esse seja o lugar onde tudo começou, ou onde tudo terminou. -victoria carnelli zanin🐚
Myths, Dreams and Poetry. port/eng it is a hymn as much as it is an obsession - but isn't it holy? - Vim d'uma morosa manhã de abril, cresci como coruja cantante na copa do pau-brasil, tornei-me como bruma e desfiz-me do meu nome. pertenço ao mar que ergue-se gigante, à beira-mar selêni...