João Michel PellizzerIt’s 3amIn memories, like whispers, the essence I claim Salted tears betray my tender pain, Lost in longing for the younger days. These moments…Mar 27Mar 27
João Michel Pellizzernot a poemIn this seemingly purposeless life we all share as humans, we’re naturally inclined to seek out patterns and boundaries. We hold onto the…May 10, 2022May 10, 2022
João Michel PellizzerIt might mean somethingHallucinating visions. I see the morning sunshine entering the living room. Wake up, I hear. It’s a thought. Coffee is ready, I can see it…Nov 22, 2019Nov 22, 2019
João Michel PellizzerThis taste is about meShe tastes sophisticated tea. She’s all about the mercury of life.Nov 13, 2019Nov 13, 2019
João Michel PellizzerI knowI’m aware of my place, I’m aware of the giant great line of adrenaline.Nov 9, 2019Nov 9, 2019
João Michel PellizzerThe world is changingThe silent madness of the office makes me think about how I’m killing myself. I am slowly becoming grey. The picture that comes to my mind…Nov 8, 2019Nov 8, 2019