“I open my eyes and I am someone in a time and place, I open them later and I am a different being, in another place and time. Before or after. Time is fluid. Space is fluid. Gender is fluid."(...)
Alexithymia - Inability to describe emotions verbally.(...)
"This is a story about Discovery through the imagination, about the richness resulting of intercultural intersections. (...)"(...)
Once in a future yet to come, a rebellious dreamer named Ana will join a young brave tailor known as “Twelfth”. At the dawn of that Era, Ana and “Twelfth” would outline new social values(...)
One day, somewhere, there will be a unique and homogeneous civilization, where symmetry will be a rule, where similarity will be praised upon, where there will be no room for exception. In such a place, life will have discipline and rigor of military cadence to our eyes. Individuality and beauty, like all other aspects of life, will have legislation implied.(...)
don’t have to be violently shout,
they can just be... tenderly... whispered
... it's a bonbon made of eggs from Tomar; it is said that if it's not eaten the same day it was backed it spoils...
... it´s a tiny rose that blooms in a wild rosebush...
... it's a love manifest... (...)
She was just another creature at the bottom of the sea. She believed that in another place, in another way, she would live much better, she knew it, like many creatures from the bottom of the sea did. And so she wanted to fly. To get out of there. She had never seen or lived any other experience. But she knew those who could fly existed. (...)
She had found a way of feeling herself and a way of being felt.
So, she started sharing these feelings with the bull. The more she talked, the more she felt like talking. (...)
Ela stopped in front of her and smiled to her. E. L. A couldn’t understand if Ela was smiling in a maleficent, in a naïve or in a condescending way. The enigmatic lady left a rose in her hands and kept rambling amidst the fluttering fabric that was covering her. (...)
Beautiful princess! Your flower feet enchant the East as never before! I will predestinate you so that, like the blue flowers of this lake, whose closed buttons at the light of the Moon blossom at the rays of the Sun, they also enchant the Man of the West. (...)