Murilo Pereira
Writings about software, technology, and life.
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- YesterdayJust yesterday this aunt (she seems to pop by every year) came and squeezed my cheeks, and told me “how you’ve grown!” Just yesterday my will, wordless and reptilian, sent me climbing onto my lunch box to see ahead, out the bus window. It was just yesterday that older girl made fun of me (I
- LeavesAn anxious rooster crows into the dark— co-co-ri-có! Light is late, and the dogs already play in the first dry leaves of this cool summer morning. By noon the sun gets lazy and takes a shortcut in the sky, like a pig after feasting on grain. The lukewarm herding winds shoo the sun behind the c
- ShellEmpty shell spirals in, spirals out my coil, hissing the same modern winds that numb and rend the empty.
- SmotherSweet memories drip drip drip and warmly waterboard my wandering heart.
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- VelvetEnsnared by your wild, begging eyes, in a vanilla-scented trance, lids gentle, I—numb—choose captivity, and bathe in their warm blue. I navigate your curves by smell and taste— slow— from your marble neck, sculpted for my grip, hips fertile like volcanic soil, down to the shores of your ankles
- GratitudeThrough a lifeless lake my shadow touched his reflection. His lack of curiosity left him stranded in that recursive, barren island. His words, bitter, poisoned my appetite, as his matte eyes feasted on dragging others down. I couldn’t believe my luck— I accepted the gift, bowed once and wal
- PressureBones—feeding, growing, pressing painfully inside the old pinewood box. A knot gives, and through the splintered crack, I hurl myself far from who I was— It remains unbearable not to know all I could become.
- ThreeLightning struck Man and split him (like a tree) into his three elemental parts. His word, his regrets, his obsessions. The promises kept no matter what, the path taken no matter where, the pull on the soul no matter why.
- TreasureI find myself, a lone, land pirate— deep in back and forth with trails and trees I haven’t met, unraveling the thread of curiosity, drenched in the instinct pouring through leaves— at the constant edge of gold.
- The PullWhat could a mortal man offer you? Maybe a new alchemy, to brew the perfect mixture of primal fear, and abyssal, irresistible pull, you stir in me. This ancestral pull, scribed within by your divine peers, source of the deepest ruin and most sublime art. Mixed with notes of the distilled thr
- PebbleNo sirens. My bare feet borrow the other four senses, and feel the uneven, rocky, slippery life and death brewing on the ground. Slugs are out celebrating the rain, an unsuspecting spider falls on my shoulder, and I hear at least thirty birds orchestrating the sunset, as my last thought drowns
- Uniform5am and the bird blurts out its notes. No mind for structure, only for putting out what’s naturally within. And it was beautiful. Like a bee effortlessly humming along, spreading the sweet of tomorrow’s fruit, without even knowing. The man saw it and found it useful. He gave the bird a meal a
- TouchI let the moment devour me whole, eat me alive, and feed on whatever good is left in my flesh and bones. I see you— eyes closed, smile so fragile and pure, quivering, jumping from shape to shape. Your little fingers involuntarily scratch the back of my leg, trembling in a vulnerability so raw t
- SummerOur eyes crossed courses, and navigated from surprise to a dare— Hers—blue, green, yellow— tearing up the seams of my gut, invitingly rocking my explorer ship to pieces so violently that the keeper of time stumbled over a beat and spilled Summer all over us.
- HandstandI ground my palms. The quiet earth—outside— resists my push, and reminds me of where I end. I shift the focus through the line between us. The balance is somewhere in the silence, but there is so much noise—inside I kick up, still, not knowing what’s next. There is so much mystery in the at
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- 36I lock eyes with the old lady on the subway. They beam the same deep blue as the cold sky outside, and have this powerful calm, like waves patiently shaping the rocky coast of my dark brown gaze. They are so sharp that they cut the busy air around us into this random moment of shared defiance agai
- Wall(Born together and separated by a wall built by ourselves). It began as an abstraction, and was reified by the evolving, rich separation— as slowly, and definitively as the frogs who boiled in water. On each side, a caricature of the other. Uncomplicated, familiar. Nostalgic. A lifeless agglomer
- PearlAbsorb the discomfort of distilled inadequacy and essential pain, to then, sediment the hug you didn’t want to let go of, and layer the kiss you gave without knowing for sure, on top, like a wild mollusk which, in defending itself, is forced to become an artist, happily confined to the solitude
- MeaningSummer pierces my window blinds and paints your ivory body like a cheetah, as your nails shred my bronze, wet skin, to reveal what’s underneath it all.
- WantThe philosophers declared: We can’t really choose what we want. Passion, wearing a robe crafted by goddesses, of an unimaginable fire-orange color, etches treasure maps in my mind, while Reason, in dirty rags, shackled by the ankle at birth, observes, imagines grain by grain, shaping a sand cast
- GreenWe found each other lost, and made a pact: You would channel nature through my body, conjuring shapes to inspire blackbirds to sing their evening chorus, if I could offer you to the skies. In our balance of lead and follow, I surrendered you up high, and your color darkened the orange-pink suns
- BlueDeep, like the idea of seeing our planet from above for the first time, in the vastness of your gaze. Overwhelming, like the comet sky that cast all other colors back to the void before God commanded light into being. Brief, like a river ride on a boat we didn’t have time to name.
- ArmorThe heavy armor that I worked so hard on growing, piece by piece, afraid of drawing blood and showing weakness, makes the touch less intense and numbs the butterflies in my guts. I can’t feel pain(fully), and that hurts the most. I taste bliss on the tip of the tongue, from another room, throug
- The JumpAether clouds collided with her neurons and stormed a beautiful pattern. Some fibers contracted, others relaxed, playing a symphony of motion towards the bones. She jumped. (the audience gasped) Eyes open, head straight, no net, not knowing if she would make it. Thundering down in the most d
- Revelation What if I could choose a leaf from the Tree of Destiny? Crawl back through abstract twigs which barely hold weight, reach a branch (still tenuous) feel the sap pulsing upwards under the skin leave breadcrumbs of possible futures along the way. Slide down the trunk as birds chirp to the sm
- LinesLines somehow bring the flow of the river to my living room, where we float. I—quick on my feet—make up lines, and make lines vibrate, to draw lines around your smiling eyes. Which along the lines that give you form, nurture my warm bones, and ground my soul, like a kite.