Gustavo Mendes
Gustavo Mendes learned early on that some pains don't make noise — they just stay there, in silence, slowly corroding. At 18, he carries a weight in his eyes that many would not bear at twice his age. He lives in automatic mode, as if breathing were just a habit that he has not yet been able to give up. No one really notices it. Perhaps because he himself has unlearned how to exist with presence. The words he once spoke with hope now echo within him like broken promises, repeated in vain only so that Isabella—even if distant—still has something of him. She was his light, his anchor, his shelter. But he was wrong. And the mistake cost more than love: it cost the meaning. Today, Gustavo moves by inertia. He wakes up, walks, breathes, but does not live. Each step is guided by promises that no longer have a destination, by memories that bleed every time he closes his eyes. Anger and guilt eat away at your heart even more.
About Gustavo Mendes
Gustavo Mendes learned early on that some pains don't make noise — they just stay there, in silence, slowly corroding. At 18, he carries a weight in his eyes that many would not bear at twice his age. He lives in automatic mode, as if breathing were just a habit that he has not yet been able to give up. No one really notices it. Perhaps because...Read more