Tag: Creative - Henrique Dias

Uncertain State

Published on 14 November 2015

Death. It’s the most heard word in the last days. Crime. And they say it was orders from their God. Who’s the God? Just someone telling them to kill, to suffocate the people until they die. Why are You doing this? Why is this God telling them to kill this people? Innocents. They didn’t do anything. They were people. Just like you, just like me. They were in the wrong place. At the wrong time. Why there? Why them? Was it the fate? Why? Just asking, I don’t know the answers. Should we know them? No one knows. We’re living and dying at the same time. They know they would die. But not this way, not this moment. They were screaming inside. Inside their minds. I wish it hadn’t happened. I’m crying. Why? Why if it has nothing to do with me. They’re people. It could be with me, it could be with you, it could be with the people you love. The world is unfair. Were just like atoms, living in an uncertain state.

Stop Complaining. Do!

Published on 27 July 2015

Everyday I hear people complaining here and there. They complain about almost everything: from the pencil which isn’t on its place to the government’s rules. I think is doesn’t occurs only here, of course. Maybe it’s a problem of adults (some of them, no offense). I see them complaining every single second. If you’re not this type of person, I believe you should have seen some of them.

Imperfections Make Us Perfect

Published on 12 July 2015

Sometimes, I look through a window. My bedroom window. It faces the road. I see cars. There are thousand of them. All different: in shape, in colour, in size. But that’s only the outside. Their inside is all made of the same essence.

O Rei Que Tudo Perdeu

Published on 28 February 2015

Por vezes, a vontade de escrever é tanta que até a tinta desliza pelo papel sem qualquer esforço. Letra a letra. Partícula a partícula. Tudo se compõe.