Rapha FuccioloO’Malley’s BarAcordo com as lambidas do Zappa na minha cara. Pego ele e o coloco no chão enquanto me sento na cama. Ele corre pra cozinha e eu esfrego…Jan 14Jan 14
Rapha FuccioloWhere Is My Mind?No matter where in the world you are, some things never change; the feeling of the pen sliding on the paper, the taste of cheap whiskey and…Nov 4, 2017Nov 4, 2017
Rapha FuccioloThe Weinstein-Depp SpectrumI’m gonna kick-off this article saying that I don’t aim at looking like a hypocritical feminist or something, I know my place in the world…Oct 14, 2017Oct 14, 2017
Rapha FuccioloRamble OnI’m exhausted. Physically. Emotionally. Psychologically. Beaten to the pulp. Scarred for life by months living on the road. Having to…Oct 4, 2017Oct 4, 2017
Rapha FuccioloDown The HighwayMy feet hurt inside my boots, burning with the heat of the asphalt. The sun crosses my shades, almost blinding me, Dylan blasts on my…Sep 30, 2017Sep 30, 2017
Rapha FuccioloDear Grandpa,Today is your birthday, it’s been five years since your last one. Five years since I kissed you on the cheek and said “see you later”. I…Sep 14, 20171Sep 14, 20171
Rapha FuccioloThe Drugs Don’t Work“You taste like guilt” She says after kissing me for the first time. A kiss that I’ve been working on for as long as I’ve known her.Sep 10, 2017Sep 10, 2017
Rapha FuccioloCity’s Still WarmGod knows how long it’s been since I last saw her and she doesn’t look a day older. Her bright blue eyes still shine when she shoots that…Sep 7, 20171Sep 7, 20171
