Paulo AbreuFirst stepsThere is joy in this sadness of the love that never comes. There is the lightness of the flight the morning just freshly awoken with rain.Oct 16, 2015Oct 16, 2015
Paulo AbreuSwirlThe white slab of this day stretches before me all the way from where my shadow waits for the first command to where I can’t explain that I…Jun 25, 2015Jun 25, 2015
Paulo AbreuWaitingThere is no rain in this sadness. All the drops gently dance while the waiting covers the trees. Each movement stretches to the horizon as…Apr 23, 2015Apr 23, 2015
Paulo AbreuWinter ride to workIn me the darkness says “Today is not going to be a good day.”Mar 19, 2015Mar 19, 2015
Paulo AbreuFui procurar-teFui procurar-te nas falésias vivas junto a minha casa. Os muros sorrindo ao frio e pedindo mais do dia, as árvores amando e fugindo do…Mar 18, 2015Mar 18, 2015
Paulo AbreuAt WorkI walk along the cliff between my office and the canteen. I fall down with each step and am lifted again before the next.Mar 18, 2015Mar 18, 2015
Paulo AbreuHere it isI float through my days like the rain through this grey morning.Mar 18, 2015Mar 18, 2015
Paulo AbreuGentlyGently oh so gently I raise to meet the moment We touch hands, I whisper in its ear It ruffles my air, we exchange a smile I pass through…Mar 18, 2015Mar 18, 2015