a phone call. “cheguei bem” you said. you hadn’t.

five hours later, they let me in. laying on that emergency room, no one could make any sense from what was coming out of your mouth. and then “o meu boneco já aqui está.” total nonsense again after that.

they handed me a garbage bag, your belongings inside. nothing to do but wait.

that garbage bag will forever be carved in my memory. as your brain will forever carry that scar.

here’s looking at you. until those gates are overflowing.

happy stroke day boneco.

claudia.

the greyhound james´band . concert . xiv seia jazz & blues

a hound that nobody owns.

cine aguia . porto

hold fast

just dreams.

godspeed

i ii

angus

blues

limbs

viriato

typewriter

carla & pedro