Taís Bravo

“What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?

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― Jacques Lacan

“Aflição de ser água em meio à terra
E ter a face conturbada e móvel
E a um só tempo múltipla e imóvel

Não saber se se ausenta ou se te espera.
Aflição de te amar, se te comove
E sendo água, amor, querer terra.”
― Hilda Hilst, Cantares

“A word after a word after a word is power.”
― Margaret Atwood

“i don't know when love became elusive
what i know, is that no one i know has it
my fathers arms around my mothers neck
fruit too ripe to eat, a door half way open
when your name is a just a hand i can never hold
everything i have ever believed in, becomes magic.

i think of lovers as trees, growing to and
from one another searching for the same light,
my mothers laughter in a dark room,
a photograph greying under my touch,
this is all i know how to do, carry loss around until
i begin to resemble every bad memory,
every terrible fear,
every nightmare anyone has ever had.

i ask did you ever love me?
you say of course, of course so quickly
that you sound like someone else
i ask are you made of steel? are you made of iron?
you cry on the phone, my stomach hurts

i let you leave, i need someone who knows how to stay.”
― Warsan Shire