My bravery cost me my sleeping hours. To fall asleep with the devil wrecking havoc, carving sinful poetry behind my closed eyelids was the price to pay for my running mouth, my heretic language and non forgiving eyes. To be brave is to make yourself vulnerable, and cowardice is to feel confident at all times.
— Alana Marroquim, Feb. 2021
Bravura Repentina 