words as photographs

O meu pai morreu. Uma discussão instalou-se e linhas de batalha foram naturalmente desenhadas. E nas batalhas de tiranos e de pessoas criou-se uma dor. Uma dor tão grande que desfez a tribo e separou todas as crianças. Há uma verdade escondida nos destroços de uma família. E elas precisaram de se reencontrar. Ou se não precisaram, pelos menos a memória de um homem necessitou de uma oportunidade de ser celebrada e relembrada. Que não de modo explícito, mas diluída nos olás e nas afetividades comuns às pessoas que se querem bem. "Dar uma oportunidade ao sangue de falar." E mais uma vez o filho do homem tomou as rédeas dum cavalo chamado Situação e esperou que o fundamental fosse suficiente para abafar o corriqueiro e o mesquinho e o ressentido.

to reminisce of milkshakes and straws

According to Myers-Briggs, INFPs focus much of their energy on an inner world dominated by intense feeling and deeply held ethics. They seek an external life that is in keeping with these values. Loyal to the people and causes important to them, INFPs can quickly spot opportunities to implement their ideals. They are curious to understand those around them, and so are accepting and flexible except when their values are threatened. According to Keirsey, based on observations of behavior, notable INFPs may include Princess Diana, George Orwell, Aldous Huxley, Audrey Hepburn, Richard Gere, Albert Schweitzer and Isabel Myers. The polite, reserved exterior of INFPs can at first make them difficult to get to know. They enjoy conversation, however, taking particular delight in the unusual. When INFPs are in a sociable mood, their humor and charm shine through. Disposed to like people and to avoid conflict, INFPs tend to make pleasant company. Devoted to those in...

"Rain poured in a neon lit night. Sloppy footsteps echo as a scrawny kid runs up a slum with a crackling, bleeding ear. Corporate enforcers stand at the entrance of the slum, check their guns. "Ready to raid" and "Copy" are being whispered. The kid can't telecast to the slum-boss and warn her, his comlink being bashed against his skull minutes before the ascent began. If he doesn't make it to the boss, they won't be able to move the hypodermics in time. No hypodermics, no sale, no money, no food for Pops. The kid heaves and puts all that he has got and hasn't got onto his legs. They flare pins and needles."