Fórum das idéias e textos que surgem na minha cabeça em momentos variados. Textos de todos os tipos que traduzem a minha natureza de escritor à linguagem visual.
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idéias em construção
pensamentos fugidios
curiosidade encarnada
vontade delirante
devoção convicta
ironia escancarada
extravagância desmedida
loucura contida
felicidade maravilhada
sensibilidade voraz
comunicador por excelência
sexta-feira, fevereiro 20, 2004 Heather
Heather white and pale ran through the thick green. Heather´s white skin brushed against the dark green of the leaves and her red nails scratched the crimson apples that bedecked the trees. Heather is fast like clouds dispersed by thunder. Heather runs past the apples. Heather finds a pommegranate. Her red nails are quick to dig into its flesh. Her fingers thrust the seeds in her voracious throat. And Heather´s face is red with the redness of the pommegranate. She has a half moon on the back of her neck. The sky clouds over. The wind picks up. Heather curls up under a tree. Heather is scared and pale, her fingers dyed red. Heather is stunning. And Heather was my first obsession, because her eyes sparkled even as she feared the storm overhead. I think Heather is scared beautiful, like the scream of a cornflake girl.
