my new year resolution was to start writing in Portuguese again, and so I created a monthly newsletter (podes subscrever: aqui e receber um fantástico eBook grátis).. I just translated, for you, the short story where I pour how I feel.
once upon a time there was a woman who lived in a bubble. instead of living the life she had dreamed of. she dreamed she was alive. the bubble was translucent, but thick as a placenta, and yet the woman was fragile. living wounded. the bubble only protected her when the woman dreamed she was alive. when life was unexpected, the woman would lose her way. the suffering was the bubble in which she lived. the true placenta is regenerative. the woman had lost the ground a long time ago. had created the dream of being alive. a long time ago. one day she had ceased to dream. only the bubble remained. and the memory of the true placenta.
once upon a time there was a woman living in a placenta. instead of dreaming that she was alive. she lived dreamy. the placenta was thick, but translucent like a bubble, and yet the woman was tough. living in celebration. the placenta always protected her, even when the woman lived dreamily. they were the same. when life was unexpected, the woman reinvented the way. the placenta was the joy of living. the true placenta is regenerative. the woman had lost the ground a long time ago. only the true placenta remained. and the woman was reborn. a long time ago. one day she had stopped walking. there was only flying left. and the memory of peace.
my old psychiatrist loved it. he even text me! which was the first time ever. my mother and my uncle only saw sadness and were disturbed.