The bus stopped and I opened my eyes. It was almost 6am, half hour earlier than the planned arrival time in Rio de Janeiro and I was the...

A goodbye convo written on paper. Pain on paper. Meant to be published exactly a year ago. Many goodbyes and hellos after, here we are...

It was about 7pm and I couldn`t wait any longer to arrive in the MAGIC VILLAGE for the end of the year forró festival. I had been on the...

Why did I not start when I first thought of it? Imposter syndrome. I blame that big name. It`s easier this way, cause it`s not a person....

This story doesn't begin here, but it's here where it begins being told. It is born from a desire to BE. Be alive, be connected to...