nr. 1 / FEBRUARY 2025

EDITORIAL 1 : IF YOU EVER THINK ABOUT ME AGAIN, REMEMBER THESE WERE MY LAST THREE WORDS:

He kept his favorite clothes in Rita's closet, preferably near her blouses where he could smell her breasts: traces of her perfume mixed with the smell of her thin, actually transparent skin. Therefore, his pants were next to Rita's pants and his underwear was always next to Rita's lingerie. Eduarda knew all this, especially when he asked to keep his shirt on, he would bury his face in the first faded buttons and close his eyes. This caused Eduarda some disgust and her hair grew, got inside her blouse and continued to grow as if in an accelerated time-lapse. She didn't know if it grew as if it were a protective layer between her body and his, or if it was a reaction to the anger she felt. Her hair now touched the floor. Then she said: