http://slow.writerscafe.org/H_Kasai The original writings of author Henrique Kasai en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776342338 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Só para Ingrid http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/1403493/ The title is self explainable http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/1401414/ A vida não impressionava, a previsibilidade era tamanha que o medo nem sequer era cogitado, quiçá a incerteza. A lógica era de ferro, melhor, era de aço, nada a corroía, nenhuma intempérie ambiental desgastava meu inerte senso de realidade. A vida era.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/1380310/ I never really had many of those, it's just that the ones I have really take up some space in my mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/1362758/ Kennedy believed in something, he was surely that someday something would happen that would change his life,something never happened and Kennedy that something's never happen. Silly indeed this text but let's talk more about Kennedy and his life. He was a proactive guy, a little rough on the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/1247008/ Gatos, morte, panqueca, fracasso, matemática, fim, ruído, negação, barulho, derradeiro. Cérebro confuso maldito, atormenta-me sem trégua 24 horas por dia 7 dias por semana, meus 11 conselheiros malditos que pra toda a situação elencam 11 modos .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/1235302/ Traveling induces thought, that's a given, maybe the physical movement kick starts sets the motion in the minds gear. A weird feeling takes place somewhere between sadness and hopeful expectation. The feelings also change according to the kind of transport you're taking.When you're road trippin' the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/1235275/ Life and death talked over trivialitiesSipping coffee, eating cookiesThe table was the universe, black holes,Mere coffee beans and with thoseMilky way to soften the bittersweet nothingness Life, always so majestic, had great happinessShe danced and singed and bragged about the earthD.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/1145323/ Yea, yea criticize me as much as you want http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/1143458/ Sentado nesse ônibus, vou a . Não pela primeira nem pela segunda vez, mas dessa vez tudo é diferente. Nesse onibus cheio de memórias de oscilantes cabeças, pensamentos que não se enlaçam e nem se encontram. Eles andam em paralelo e vagam sorumbaticamen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/1092037/ What can I tell about her?She's not tall nor she is really tanned, her drowsiness walk in the morningisn't one for the catwalk, aww, how I wish to see her walking from the sea towards meOne thing for sure, she is damn lovely, even in her woman's days �"if you know what I mean&#2013.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/1056638/ A sad short-story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/1054534/ Quick brainstorm about happiness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/1054525/ There was I, sitting in a restaurant by myself during the lunch break. Maybe I was eating a steak or something to do with meat, point is, it was good. After the intestinal desires were satisfied, it was time for some coffee with cream -which really makes your day brighter. Sipping the dark liqui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/1025397/ Stirred like a dead body she tried to sleep, the insomnia had eaten her regularity. Her wristwatch ticked each two seconds, intertwined with a tack each two seconds as well. The silence was dreadful but the tick tack was as loud as bullets piercing her ears.Everything would be okay if it was jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/1025372/ What if the world crumbled, right here, in this very moment? The end of all hope the final destination of all your plans and expectations. Feelings of nothing but utter terror and desperation. What would you do?A single cup of black coffee, crumbling due to the falling ground; a single oak table.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/1025364/ Saturday morning there was I hungoversipping coffee on the sidewalk looking at the streetfast-paced people, businessman all overthe city noises echoed through my headbrighter and brighter, the giant light bulb rosegiving them hope and for me photo-phobiabirds chirping made me hungry o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/956599/ As she walked out the school doors I was hiding behind a pillar big enough for one only, a black luxury car stopped and she entered it -of course you stupid, it's probably her dad. Even though the scenario was pretty common the semelhance was just too great to be ignored, there was no time for worry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/956589/ School was without a doubt a nice place, my friends were nice, the ambient was comfortable, the classes were easy and biology was the best to sleep, that teacher had the most plain look ever, fish eyes and soothing voice which could make anyone sleep.And of course I slept as well and had another rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/956559/ The same ceiling the same bed the same feeling, just another day of boredom in this life of boredom. In the middle of my usual morning routine I’m interrupted by a very common calling -Son, it`s time for breakfast!- yes, that`s my almost always sunny mother calling me for the most important me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/956434/ 1st chapter from my 1st still ongoing project. =D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/956433/ In the search of other Brazilians http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/956429/ Trough the night you see a professionalThose who work with the tongue and bodyIn her eyes sadness, in her hips beauty unethicalShe moves and mesmerizes rotten and naughtyIn the past just a little girl shining brighther mommy was there, her papa was deadall she did was for her mommy's sight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/953318/ Staring at the sky in a cloudy rainy nightsitting in the sidewalk just by the doorjust back from work, eight hours of smokehours forever lost, not for the neighbor thoughThe b*****d was inside, fornicating what once was mineI couldn't bring myself to stop, she was happywith which face&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/953304/ What else could I say to you?the one who holds hostage my heartyou don't break just keeps it coolnever next to yours but always on the sightWhy couldn't you just break it?end once and for all my pain'cause leaving it there, lonelyis far worse than the 9 circles of hellCan't blame you for everything .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/953294/ Just an opinion from someone who actually lives trough this situation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/H_Kasai/953288/