Rapha Fucciolo·Nov 24, 2024Vai Pela SombraEu não costumava gostar de noites quentes, elas sempre me deixavam num humor péssimo e me impediam de ter um sono tranquilo. Hoje em dia…
Rapha Fucciolo·Jan 14, 2024O’Malley’s BarAcordo com as lambidas do Zappa na minha cara. Pego ele e o coloco no chão enquanto me sento na cama. Ele corre pra cozinha e eu esfrego…
Rapha Fucciolo·Nov 4, 2017Where Is My Mind?No matter where in the world you are, some things never change; the feeling of the pen sliding on the paper, the taste of cheap whiskey and…
Rapha Fucciolo·Oct 14, 2017The Weinstein-Depp SpectrumI’m gonna kick-off this article saying that I don’t aim at looking like a hypocritical feminist or something, I know my place in the world…
Rapha Fucciolo·Oct 4, 2017Ramble OnI’m exhausted. Physically. Emotionally. Psychologically. Beaten to the pulp. Scarred for life by months living on the road. Having to…
Rapha Fucciolo·Sep 30, 2017Down The HighwayMy feet hurt inside my boots, burning with the heat of the asphalt. The sun crosses my shades, almost blinding me, Dylan blasts on my…
Rapha Fucciolo·Sep 14, 2017Dear Grandpa,Today is your birthday, it’s been five years since your last one. Five years since I kissed you on the cheek and said “see you later”. I…A response icon1A response icon1
Rapha Fucciolo·Sep 10, 2017The Drugs Don’t Work“You taste like guilt” She says after kissing me for the first time. A kiss that I’ve been working on for as long as I’ve known her.
