Red chairs

It was one of those crazy dreams
It was very dark and she was on her own
She knew it was very late
Yet the avenue was crowded like a mall on Christmas eve
Everyone was walking the opposite way
She walked towards the moon,
Pushing through the crowd with their zombie eyes,
And stood between two buildings
Everything vanished with a splash
She faced a tropical forest
Pushing against a crooked fence
The full moon cast an odd greenish light on one of the trees
He materialized beside her
They sat down on red plastic chairs and shivered in the cold
Everyone else was asleep
There was now a porch and they were sitting on the wet steps
He came closer
She shivered, no longer from the cold, and stood up.

All that binds us

Blue butterflies pinned down
Orchids crashing to the ground
Blades of water
Birds of artificial color

Images.

The air is calm and moist
Expectant and awaiting
Nervous laughter escapes through lipsthat can't speak
Under seas of hairsoft, soft...

Scents:
Some non-existent, yet strong, omnipresent
A dream...
Foggy like a dream
Fear
Is it just another illusion?
Is everything always the same?
Discomfort
Jealousy
Drought
Roads that lead into a different world
Rain splattering on the translucid green
Hours learning and unlearning how to live
How?
What binds us?
Fog, light, sky
Everything is out of focus
Butterflies, wings batting
soflty, softly...
Fish, mouths opening, closing
Tiger claws.

Nothing binds us here
Our souls meet elsewhere.

About this blog

"You must find your own quiet center of life, and write from that to the world"

-Sarah Orne Jewett, in a letter to Willa Cather (1908)

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After years going against it thinking it was impossible, I finally accepted myself as a writer and have started the process to dedicate myself fully to writing. I found that there is a space within me I must honor and that I can go back to it whenever I like, no matter what. It is my creating space and I call it Seahorse Island.

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This blog is a part of what I create in that space and wish to share.

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Enjoy!

Andrea

P.S. See also some of the work I do in Portuguese.

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