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the trench coat 

day 249

family values 

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with Mario Bertieri

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with Maria Ferreira

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Kitsch

with Rita Isaac
http://ritaisaac.wix.com/isaac

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with Diana Geiroto

day 237

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flowers, my dear, just take them and leave.

day 235

the oxymoron

day 234

with Mario Bertieri

day 233

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He is a disconcerting mixture of sincerity and cheerful malice,

of tenderness and freebooting cruelty; restless, importunate, full of 

pride, a combination which alienates the sensitive and insensitive 

alike. Blistering honesty, like his, makes few friends. To many he

may seem sensitive to the point of vulgarity. To others, he is simply

 a loudmouth. To be as vehement as he is is to be almost 

non-committal.

John Osborne, Look back in anger (1956)

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a new story

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Saw it written and I saw it say
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get ye all

Nick Drake - Pink Moon

day 227

one night at home

day 226

today the sun rose in my legs 

and I trapped it in a square

tough as it might have been

eventually all lines fell in to place

and so she drowned with no legs to walk

the lake became her house

the house became her tomb

and so I shall pay for the cheer crime

of making a line around a light

and the pride of calling it mine

Ps: Lines of light in my skin of lines. As lines are everything and everything its infinite. 

I prevail... as an infinite line.

drawing: Rita Matos

photography and text: Susana Wessling e Maria Ferreira

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with Diana Geiroto

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