the poet.

ABOUT.

i am a terrible mess of hurt, passion and fear, mixed up with just the right amount of words to make me want to sing it all away. i have been driven to heaven and to hell for all of my existence, and had never came back less than broken down and proud.
is a blessing and a curse to be both the sun and the moon, to be both the blood and the water: as each day pass by, i feel more and more like a two in a binary world. but i've learned to appreciate that, too.
it is quite known to me that no one has ever made history being a calm summer day.


marixvibrazilianentp-awriter

works.

so far, the pieces of my soul i've been proud enough to export.

pt-br

about artists

about surviving

my endless summer

about living with yourself

a thing called love.

eng

about the rain


fanfiction

i think we are going to be friends.

soliloquy.

so·lil·o·quy
səˈliləkwē

noun.

an act of speaking one's thoughts aloud when by oneself or regardless of any hearers, especially by a character in a play.