It’s amazing what pretenders madmen and poets can be. Fernando Pessoa was right. While pretending to tell of their pains they pretend to purge them, to adequate themselves, to succumb to mediocrity. And everyone, even they, eventually come to believe in their pretending, a mere artifice of the rhetoric, mere creation. But in pretending their pains don’t just draw off. In the catharsis of telling, although pretended,...

Enquanto recebia o tratamento de recuperação e cura, Deus permitiu que eu passasse por várias experiências de encontro com ele e comigo mesmo, o que me fez entender melhor o sentido da vida e as razões de estar aqui e ter que passar por certos momentos considerados difíceis, recheados de sofrimento. Humberto Rohden, em seu livro: “Porque sofremos” nos ensina que “Não viemos ao mundo para gozar os objetos da vida, ...

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There is nothing more to say about the dull monotony of my jail days in this mental health clinic. Not the guitar, not even having met Fernanda, not anything appeases the pain of being… Because the pain is not of being or existing, but from being unable to fully exist, of living like a bird with clipped wings and chains round its feet. Not to mention the barred cage preventing even the slightest attempt of taking flight....

Que o senhor vos abençoe e vos guarde! Até aqui me socorreu o senhor (I – Samuel 7,1-12). Meus amigos e amigas, irmãos e irmãs, venho por meio desta, agradecer a todos vocês pessoas amadas e queridas, que de forma compassiva, prestaram-me sua solidariedade através das mais diferentes atitudes, visitas presenciais ao leito do hospital, telefonemas, mensagens de WhatsApp e demais atitudes solidarias, favorecendo a mi...

I open my eyes and the same scene repeats itself once again: Valerie lying on the bed beside me, I on the floor, the same room, same TV, same doors. The days were always the same, dragging on endlessly inside that prison clinic. I couldn’t stand the monotony anymore, the sameness of it all. Especially since I had been let out before, breathed the airs of freedom for a short time before being locked back up again. I had strol...

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