Vânia Alves - Autocombustão: o meu corpo, claustrofóbico para tanto fogo

I have chaos burning in my eyes, ever since I can remember being a poem. My life has been lost out there, my skin burning in the sun, the breeze caressing my face. From time to time I come home to cry. But I always abandon myself, and tell myself I couldn't bear to love forever a conditioned body, almost lukewarm from so much life that I see slipping away. Being alive is a full-time job. Even in my sinful rest, I am a full-time farce.

(Serena, page 24)