About Me & My Secret Hurt Of Growing Old

World, world, strange world,
Even if I were a girl,
It wouldn't be less cruel,
It'd only be an attenuation touch.
World, world, strange world,
Why do you hurt my heart so much?
- Júlio B. -

Hi...
I'm Júlio.
And the "B." is not an abbreviation of my last name.
It's just a personal tribute to the longstanding relation that I have with some coincidences around me. I always preferred the B-Sides, and the Beatles, Belle And Sebastian, and Blur are my three favorite Bands (all of them British Bands), and I live in Brazil, in a city called Belo Horizonte (which means Beautiful horizon), and I like Beautiful Boys, and a Book with a mysterious asteroid supposedly called B612, among others.

I know, it wasn't something original, but I chose The Little Prince as a kind of theme to this site, I guess it's due to another convergence in my particular universe - my childish bitterness, the roses and snakes in my way, and all the things in which I believe and that the Fox said.

My little world is an eager hope that hurts sometimes. I travelled for seven planets before I came back here, through the poison of a promise that is still in the air. The way I have coursed has its roses, but I must say I've found more thorns until now. But I have to keep walking, from place to place, sleeping in a neighborhood and waking up in other. I can't remember in how many beds I already slept, most of them alone. I left wreckage of my dreams in so many places that I just can't go back to take them anymore. Now, I must dream everything new.

I write some verses, some texts, and some other stories, and I publish it here. I write with no censure, and with no need of approval in any way. I am aware of my subjectivity and of my intentions. I know some can't even consider as literature what I do, but I really don't care, I just keep writing. Writing goes beyond a hobby, or a profession, or a way to escape the routine or reality, writing is, first of all, a dangerous pleasure that I allow myself to experience all the time.

Some might see depressive aspects in the things I write. No, no. From the bottom of any depths (and that's where I spent most of my time), I always wrote about the possible ways out. I can't get rid of the optimism, and this is the cause of the most of my frustrations. But I respect my way of being, and I am able to laugh at myself and my contradictions, and laugh at the ironies of the circumstances. The sense of humor is always present, in the mannerisms, in the subtexts, in the acidity, in the unpretentious details. If we ever meet around, you probably won't see me down. And if you see me smiling, it will be a great start. I think it's more poetic to end with these words.




"Then I defy you, stars"
William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet