<![CDATA[Stories by Heitor Lopes on Medium]]> https://medium.com/@heitor?source=rss-38208a87214d------2 https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/fit/c/150/150/0*tthPmI3wHIdceseI.jpg Stories by Heitor Lopes on Medium https://medium.com/@heitor?source=rss-38208a87214d------2 Medium Sun, 15 Nov 2026 08:11:45 GMT <![CDATA[the beginning]]> https://medium.com/@heitor/the-beginning-824253091141?source=rss-38208a87214d------2 https://medium.com/p/824253091141 Mon, 10 Aug 2015 23:09:44 GMT 2015-08-10T23:09:44.028Z In the end of last year. Almost Christmas. I receive a gift very simple: a notebook. It had Ronaldo Fraga’s* drawings. Gorgeous. And I decided to write things and transform that notebook into an abstract of 2015. I don’t like the word “Diary” but that’s kind of the proper name to call it.

So fuck it, i’m writing a diary!!!

Writing became an exercise of self-knowledge. Really. I suggest it for everyone. It’s very strange and good at the same time to read it and realize that you changed enough to disagree of everything you’ve wrote, I don’t know, a month ago. For me, a metamorphic Gemini it’s even more evident.

That’s it. I will test this plataform of writing, but I won’t promice any frequency, because I know myself, and I know my writing routine. See you.

*Ronaldo Fraga is an Brazilian fashion designer.

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