Confessions of a Biblioklept
I have a confession to make, one that will possibly incriminate me. I have a sneaky little habit of, pardon my brutal honesty, embodying Markus Zusak’s protagonist: stealing books.
Personal Articles
To My Mother: Celebrating the Women Around Me
On the eve of CSW69, I honor the eccentric, loving, and endlessly supportive women in my life—especially my mom, Juliana, whose bold spirit shaped the path that led me here.
An apology to Idlers — like myself
I’m spending my final semester almost idle—a single light class, no frantic hustle—and feeling guilty as friends chase big titles and VC deals. Inspired by Robert Louis Stevenson, I argue that constant busyness is hollow signaling; real growth comes from boredom, reflection, and moving at my own pace. I’m learning to value myself beyond grades and grind, even if I’m still figuring it out.
Rooted 🌱
After years tracing my 🇧🇷🇮🇹🇵🇹 heritage and roots, “Rooted 🌱” honors how my identity grows through travel, language, and family stories.
🦖 Don’t look now but there is a dinosaur to your left!
That is what my grandfather used to say when he drove us from SĂŁo Paulo to our hometown in the countryside every time we flew in from Brasilia to spend our holidays with our grandparents. He was referring to a gas station along the Castelo Highway that, for some funny reason, has a dinosaur park.
Mi Buenos Aires Querido — Falling in love with a city through its people
A series of reflections inspired by overheard conversations at my favorite 🇦🇷 Buenos Aires café, Dos Escudos.
