This post is the first short story from a brand new series called “Goodbye Letters”, in which each letter is written by the ones going away or by the ones that were left. Some of them may further evolve and be continued in following posts. Please, bear in mind that these short stories are published…
– I let you bury me, when you go, in a way that it feels like this weight actually washes away the weight of wanting you from me. Or over me, either way, who cares, really… It’s sudden, kinda fleeting, but it keeps happening over and over, in silence, clinging to memories and to what…
Afonso never gets tired of trying to get his way, even after they have walked away and stopped giving in to his whims: – Have I told you about how many times I’ve wished you were here, floating your way into this silent house? Undressed, delicate, taking your time… Have I told you that? That…
Although feeling it had been the best call, Margarida was somewhat surprised when she felt her bed dead cold for so many nights in a row. She had not realized, however, that even before, even when Afonso was there, hardly anything would warm up, not even that blind passion stubbornly awake. And guess what… she had…
Men have a skill of wearing down love, of breaking and tearing up the smiles we just wanted slightly torn because happiness was too much to contain all inside, but that are now looking shattered after all. After meeting with some friends in the park, Afonso could not this thought let go: – We men have…
That night, Margarida shut the door in Afonso’s face, unwilling to play his game anymore, dribbling a debate towards another day, towards one of those days when passion does not softly suffocate by a gag we bring ourselves! She then suddenly remembered when they used to be together, speechless, accomplices in serene sins, accomplices in…
SHORT STORY Afonso has always been a guy of fast and fleeting passions, some of them intense, but others just too easy to forget about. Still, his friends, Miguel and Duarte, are part of his conscience, constantly reminding him of the blunders he made. In one of those casual Sunday afternoon gatherings in a park…
Note: Amateur production, without budget nor commercial purposes, made with family and friends’ support. English subtitles soon to come! – Click here if video thumbnail does not load SCRIPT INT DAY – MARGARIDA’S ROOM (PRESENT) Margarida looks anxious, she grabs her tobacco pack twice to take a cigarette but gives up, while sweeping instagram’s feed.…
SHORT STORY Afonso, such a hyper-modern and hyper-consumer guy, always leaves his home in a hurry (as usual!), with his tablet and Time Out, to quickly get back to his rented apartment to get the unbelievably forgotten iPhone, that always rests on top of the beloved Monocle. He then gets out again, this time not…