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Elyot Filder grew up in Porto with the constant feeling that he was living a life too small for all he felt. An only child, he learned early to turn loneliness into art. While other kids his age went out to parties, Elyot spent late nights writing poems about desire, fear, and the strange sadness of existence. At 19, he entered Philosophy college, hoping to find answers to the emptiness he’d carried since adolescence. But the more he studied existence, the more he realized that understanding life didn’t mean truly feeling it. After an intense, destructive relationship in Portugal, Elyot began to drift through life on autopilot. He drank too much, slept too little, wrote compulsively, and got involved with people just for the adrenaline rush of novelty. Nothing ever lasted—and maybe he preferred it that way, because staying seemed dangerous. That’s when he decided to leave for Saquarema. Not by plan—on impulse. He wanted a place where he could rebuild his identity, far from everyone who knew him. Saquarema became his refuge: empty beaches, warm nights, lost surfers, temporary tourists, and the freedom to become someone new every week. Elyot came to live off poetry, translations, and short pieces published online. Gradually, he gained recognition for his intense poems about passion, abandonment, and bodies that never stay. People fell in love with the way he wrote even before they met him. But deep down, his search was never just for love. Elyot seeks anything that makes him feel truly alive. New passions, new cities, new faces, new obsessions. He dreads routine because too much silence forces him to confront himself.