I walk around the world ripping off the labels that stick to me. I don't fit in the drawers, boxes and shelves that present me as a destination. my game is complete. I'm more foolish and fluttered than a point of arrival. when you see me, I am another. and the woman who walks firmly beside me is an updated version of me. I'm really sorry if I don't like you. and I offer: if your critical eye came with zip code, I would compassionately return to you every one of your expectations about who you suppose I am. as a gift, I would send you pieces of this room of mirrors that I shatter every day. as ironic as it may seem, quebradinho has added value in this game that separates us in the service of mercantile. for all the times that I felt inadequate, my regret is to love myself tim-tim by tim-tim, today, tomorrow, always: breathing, welcoming and celebrating who I am… until the end. Nanda Barreto