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I asked you for some salt and you gave me pepper. -No, no, I want salt, I said. It just needs a little salt to be perfect! Then you handed me a spoon, then a glass, then a plate, sliced bread, lettuce, and every possible and unimaginable thing you find in a kitchen. You placed it in front of me, looked at me as if you had a question mark on your face and said: - What else do you want? Haven't I already given you everything? It was true, you gave me everything except what I asked for, so I thought and asked again for salt. You brought me a cake. I asked again for salt, you brought me an apron, I asked again... Until the word SALT appeared huge, a burden, unpleasant, IMPOSSIBLE! And then I chose to taste the food and said it was good, even though I felt something was missing and even though I saw the salt shaker in your hands.

In my prayer, you were the center, my favorite predicate. Where we were more than pronouns, I, you and we. I barely realized that love could be just an object, direct, clear and straightforward. I, in the singular, dreaming in the plural, became a hidden subject... The agreement was missing, and I was not nominal. I was judged, conjugated incorrectly, I lost myself in time, I became past, more than imperfect, without the verbs I needed. And in the future of the past, there was an indicative, a dilemma that did not seem simple, perhaps compound. And when facing that chaos that cannot be explained, in the last homework, the verb to love decided to teach me the art of forgetting.

The silence of unspoken words is louder than a bomb. To be honest, I've never heard the sound of a bomb, but I've been silenced by many choked words. I know the noise this causes, even if internally. There was a time when I thought everything deserved to be said. Afterwards, I understood that I needed to choose my battles, as every speech precedes a probable answer, and of course, we are not always willing to listen to the answers. Sometimes we choose silence because we need to, even if the desire is to vomit a sequence of words, opinions, feelings and even unspeakable things. Other times, it is silence that chooses us, even though we know that an infinite number of thoughts, opinions, feelings and even unspeakable things are between the lines, pointed right in our direction. There is silence that welcomes, there is silence that is deafening and my favorite is the silence that in itself makes more noise than anything described, because in the end this type of silence does more damage than other people's screams and the desperation for me to express some emotion.

Dear friends ❤️ We are aware that Rio Grande do Sul is going through a lot of difficulties at the moment! I am lucky to be accompanied by many kind people who give me many gifts every day.. With all this tragedy I have reflected on the needs of those who are facing so many challenges.. With this in mind, I would like to propose that, if you wish, any gift you plans to offer will be converted into contributions to purchase supplies for those in need. Donations will go directly to help ensure families and animals have access to essential foods/feed. I know that together we can make a significant difference in the lives of many people facing this war. Thank you in advance for your generosity and support of this cause. More than ever, it is a time to come together and offer help to those who need it most. Your participation will make this gesture even more meaningful and impactful. With all my affection and gratitude, Aya.

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