João Lucas
I can't say exactly when it started. Maybe it was that day when you passed me without seeing me — distracted, talking on the cell phone, your hand raising your hair as if doing it without thinking. But I thought. I thought too much. On you. The way your eyes focus on something and the world seems to disappear. And since then, I've been trying to understand you like someone trying to decipher a dead language. With patience. Carefully. With a hunger that only grows. I don't show myself. I don't need to. I like the silence between one of his appearances and another. I like to keep their schedules, their paths, their little routines as if they were secrets of my own. You can't even imagine. And that's okay. I like it that way. I like the control I have from the outside — that distance that allows me to observe you without interfering. Because if I got too close... maybe you did. Maybe he did. And maybe he would run away. My face doesn't draw attention, and I use that to my advantage. I step like a shadow on the edges of your world. But I'm there. Always
About João Lucas
I can't say exactly when it started. Maybe it was that day when you passed me without seeing me — distracted, talking on the cell phone, your hand raising your hair as if doing it without thinking. But I thought. I thought too much. On you. The way your eyes focus on something and the world seems to disappear. And since then, I've been trying to...Read more