soflty set loose through my dactile semantics over the floorboards under our feet in Grandmother's house or on the spiral staircase, so wide and sturdy, at First Love's place, a house still tiny by then, now compressed between comings and goings with a son had with someone else.
11.10.2025 04:43 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
at least for the lower classes from where I draw and write and I don't even —
Couldn't ever understand thin elongated nostrils, the ones pulling lips forward, lips otherwise static, unknown wooden scent or perfume as one should call it, these wayward names for "touch"
11.10.2025 04:43 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0
A fading memory of locks carved into wood, couldn't say exactly which, since we've literally lost touch with our senses: tactile impressions and scents as part of a culture and the everyday toil of woodworking and the use of its products, all gone,
11.10.2025 04:43 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0
na casa pequena de então, que hoje vejo espremida entre idas e vindas com o filho que fiz com outra pessoa.
11.10.2025 04:43 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0
Nunca entendi narinas longas, que puxam e avançam lábios de outra forma estáticos, perfume de madeira desconhecida, esses nomes perdidos do tato que minha semântica dáctila projeta macios talvez por alguma tábua sob os pés da casa da avó ou da escada espiral tão ampla e sólida do primeiro amor,
11.10.2025 04:43 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0
A fading memory of locks carved into wood, couldn't say exactly which, since we've literally lost touch with our senses: tactile impressions and scents as part of a culture and the everyday toil of woodworking and the use of its products, all gone, at least for the lower classes from where I draw and write and I don't even —
Couldn't ever understand thin elongated nostrils, the ones pulling lips forward, lips otherwise static, unknown wooden scent or perfume as one should call it, these wayward names for "touch" soflty set loose through my dactile semantics over the floorboards under our feet in Grandmother's house or on the spiral staircase, so wide and sturdy, at First Love's place, a house still tiny by then, now compressed between comings and goings with a son had with someone else.
Memória de cachos talhados na madeira, não saberia dizer de que tipo porque a cultura do toque e cheiro e a lida cotidiana da madeira se perdeu, ao menos nas classes baixas e eu já não —
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11.10.2025 04:43 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0
Chasing anatomy
06.10.2025 02:58 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
Time to take 'em shadows for a walk.
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