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Ceará de cabo a rabo

Mui recentemente recebi uma convidada aqui em Fortaleza, e como eu nunca tenho o suficiente desse espírito turista, e acredite, mesmo em uma cidade que você já morou, há muito o que conhecer, resultado: dormíamos cerca de seis horas por dia, acordando cedo e indo dormir tarde. Só fica ocioso em Fortaleza quem quer, e já que estamos de férias, e o Ceará não precisa de visto...

Presumindo que estamos saindo do Aeroporto Internacional Pinto Martins, direto para o hotel para dormir. Não, dormir em casa, porque no Ceará o verão dura o ano inteiro, e dificilmente da onde os turistas vêm isso acontece. Não há absolutamente nenhuma estação do ano, a máxima seria de 31 graus, no rachar do meio-dia, e a mínima de 25 graus, de noite - o ano inteiro, sempre ventando, o que salva a vontade de viver de todo mundo. A diferença é que no primeiro semestre chove, no segundo, não chove. Portanto, já que há verão lá fora, o jeito é correr atrás de uma insolação e ir aprendendo, do olhar de alguém que se…

Depression and the change you can be

A lot of people will say I'm silly, that I have everything: opportunity, privilege, money, a highly helpful Uber app, a nice set of teeth, that I sound like the average western prick that is looking for the meaning of life. Whatever, the point in writing this is bringing up people to speed to a real problem: Stop blaming people for being "sad", "depressed", "down", it can often be a medical condition. I don't mind "feeling naked" if that will help at least one person.
You don't blame anyone for catching the flu, do you? My point.
There is a lot of stigma in medicine. It's our version of racism. What is the "moral ground" for it? The idea that of a sick person is to blame for his/her condition, then we should stigmatize that person. You name it: HIV+ patients, clinical depression, lung cancer. You have done it, I'm sure, at least one time (even if only in your head). I have always taken a deeper interest exactly at …

HIV: a burden one cannot unsee

I'm in a great rage now, as I understand how many lives we have lost, he thought to himself, as he took a flight back home from South Africa. Home had become a toll of guilt for him, every time he took this very flight, away from the desperate need of change, droughts, lack of all things human and unvalued by a good part of people on the other side, in Canada, the idea of home had become too foggy. We would never have an HIV epidemics, he reassured himself. No, they had been relatively lucky. Not on the other side, his side, his home, which came now with the price of privilege.
His last trip had been life-changing, like many others, but this time he was ready to present his book in Canada — Race Against Time— and maybe put some color about the other side, about the HIV epidemics in Africa, the one he would so like to combat systematically, even if as an individual. He had been agitated the whole flight, there was absolutely no message he could deliver in that opening that would …

Формула хорошего врача

“Не ищите ответов”, - сказал он четко. Однако мне потребовалось несколько лет, чтобы понять эту фразу. Её произнёс профессор Философии и пациент отделения кардиологии. “Умейте задавать себе правильные вопросы”. Я на него смотрела и донца не могла понять смысл сказанного. В тот момент мне хотелось лишь выспаться, но с того дня я «допрашивала» себя чаще: зачем я год за годом, отдаю медицине лучшие годы своей жизни? И так уже шесть лет. Мы скоро, буквально через пару месяцев, будем врачами. Что же мне необходимо, какие профессиональные и человеческие качества я должна развивать, чтобы допустить себя к людям в худший момент их жизни? Оказывается, есть многое за пределами учебников. Задавая себе все время вопросы, я понимаю, что приближаюсь ближе и ближе к ответу. Дифференциальный диагноз, интерпретация анализов, написание истории болезней, правильно собранный анамнез — это те термины, которые мы слышим каждый день, которые мы за шесть лет должны уметь применять в пользу пациента. Дост…

Immune

I wish I had
enough heart left to
fall in love with
you
this emptiness is everywhere
is every me
I have grown immune to
things like
pain
alcohol
love
If I could only
get a naiviness shot
I'd fall in love with
you
first thing in the
morning.

amorousé equals to
not knowing
take me
wherever
(I know this path
I have spilt this
blood)
I have been (shredded)
everywhere.

when you
leave
close this heart
after you
(tape me)

Quem não escreve, respira sem ar.

eu te encontrei
haviam lá mil correntezas que me levavam ao mesmo lugar
eu nao te amei
saibas que sei mentir quando preciso nadar
nos calculei
e perdi a conta de quantas vezes precisei falar
e de uma so vez
redigi palavras cuspidas no ar
evaporei
a pontuação - larguei freios corri a te amar
desmistifiquei
as mil armadilhas que me convenciam a voltar
inaugurei
avenidas com teu nome que sempre me guiavam ao lar
viuvei
enquanto te escutava mas ja nao sabia te amar
 (interpretar)
mal afundei e
desacreditei nossos planos; so quis poetar.
agürei
essas tantas vezes que quisera dissertar.
quiçá quem não o escreve
respira sem ar.

We are chimeras

This journey is over. That was a great chunk of my life. I have rented a garage and left a bunch of stuff behind. I shall come back to retrieve it, but will I want it all back, when I reopen those boxes, will I still need them? So I thought about this, and these are the transcripts of my thoughts:

I first step foot on this land as a teenager who denied the existence of the Home. The world was bound to be the Home, and I knew it, even then. I have always suffered from chronic curiosity.

We felt everything, we knew nothing, we toasted and danced, we slept on couches and had neck-pain the other day. I was present and took part in weddings, police investigations, births, fires, carbon monoxide poisoning and car accidents. I left my appendix here, I ran through the streets of a cold winter to catch an ambulance before they left to help a friend, I didn’t think about slipping on the ice and dying, not a single moment. I developed a nail polish habit, a skin care routine and depression as …