CANTO DA CEREJA

I am too loud. I’m too much. There. That was easy. No healing journey. No emotional breakthrough. No inspirational quote against a sunset. I’ve simply had 60 years to get used to myself. And apparently, I like the result. I like beautiful things. I wear Dior. I wear Chanel. I wear Armani. I like vintage. I like retro. I wear enormous rings, clothes that occasionally enter the room before I do, and trainers with absolutely everything. And yes, I own the yellow Onitsuka Tiger Mexico 66. Uma Thurman wore them in Kill Bill . I wear mine to buy coffee. We all have our battles. I like tattoos. I like rebels. I like unusual. Normal has always made me slightly suspicious. But I do have limits. For example, holes in earlobes large enough to qualify for their own postcode. Especially the sort capable of providing affordable housing to several small insects. That’s not edgy. That’s an ecosystem. I like intelligent men. Not men who perform intelligence. There is a difference. Read a book. Rea...