terça-feira, 7 de abril de 2020


To face the inexorable and brutal existential emptiness
I look around and see everything I have achieved,
the family I have built.
These are my foundations.
I'm not saying that I don't fall apart sometimes,
but a spark of hope rescues me.
I don't give up and I'm resilient.
I face my demons writing.
I´ve already crossed many chasms,
living on the edge one day at a time.
I balance between movement and meditation.
Only one word devours me,
the one that my heart didn´t say.

Nathalia Leão Garcia
April 7th, 2020


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