BRO FIALHO
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Actor, Poet, Writer, Producer and Observer
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I transform my observations into literary allegories.
RInventing yourself is believing in the ability that we have to overcome the fear of the unknown.
I am made of inspirations and dreams, processes and transformations.
I reinvent my courage within my own fear through humor, I am an actor and director of my life, sometimes I am applauded and sometimes I lack spectatorship, but between the beginning and the end there is the spectacle.
The creative process gradually manifests itself through sensitivity and the ability to construct and reconstruct different views of everyday life and its complexities, which is why, in the theater of life, I write my texts without forms, without rules, without worries, allowing myself joy. of living.
My restlessness moves quickly along different paths, translating my acidic and sensitive gaze into the best form of poetic expression.
Time
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Time is a scourge
in pain
in love
time sculpts, frees
time itself...
Epitaph
How much time do I have left?
For lying on pillow of flowers
My body bears the paleness of the smile
The blindness of vision
And the lonely nights
How long will the procession of my self take
On this spring afternoon
When the smell of flowers suffocates my sense of smell
And the slow steps
Don't disturb my impatience
How long will the last song play
To my deaf ears
Discover that silence
It will be the answer to everything
The poetry of lonely souls
It will remain as a memory of the concrete poet
That just froze the child's smile
While the soul agonized its pain.
I'm an acid bomb of ideas
In order to know other people's instincts
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