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Julgou-se invisível enquanto caminhava por entre as sombras.
Mas na verdade não era a sua imagem que era invisível.
Não.
Era a sua alma.
Essa alma que se escrevia e ao mesmo tempo se apagava.
Com uma borracha de vergonha e descrença.

She thought she was invisible as she walked through the shadows.
But in truth it wasn't her image that was invisible.
No.
It was her soul.
That soul that was written and at the same time erased itself.
With an eraser of shame and disbelief.

Texto | Text: Maria João Faísca
Fotografia | Photography: Gunlög Mjörnheden