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In a corner of my memory, there is a magical place that I cherish with affection — the cinema in my hometown. I still remember the Sunday matinees, at a time when few families had televisions, and that was the moment awaited with great expectation and enthusiasm. The audience was thrilled with the frenzy of… Continue reading Immemorial Matinees
Sometimes angels dress in red at sunset, when the day fades away in a blanket of stars to illuminate its beloved night in the magic of a transient celestial encounter. A delicious expectation fills my heart whenever I see the angels pass silently, unannounced, the moment my gaze turns the corner of a street or… Continue reading When Angels Dress in Red
It was a strangely warm late afternoon on a winter Sunday. I could hear the festive din of the children in the neighboring apartment and the dogs barking in the distance. However, nothing seemed to fill the emptiness of the living room, and I felt tired, lost and alone, murmuring in tears my surrender to… Continue reading The Delicate Simplicity of Being
Maybe it sounds strange, like a dissonance breaking a perfect chord. Maybe it sounds fantastic, like the fleeting caress of a blue butterfly while shopping in a supermarket. Maybe it sounds insane after all, like a divine revelation, nothing sudden, but the kind that stubbornly insinuates itself here and there, a little naughty, and conquers… Continue reading A Dissonant Caress
My eyes close, and in this internal landscape of mine, the sun announces its arrival with a light that caresses the sky and covers the sea with the gold of countless tiny sequins. I hear the laughter of the angels as the waves play with the rocks of the bay, and their delicate whispers as… Continue reading Spinner of a Love
Everything seemed out of place when I got out of the car in front of the tall building that would be my home for the next few years. Along with my luggage, I brought a lot of uncertainty, insecurity, more sadness than joy — all the immaturity and shyness of a small-town teenager, eventual college… Continue reading A Planetarium in My Life
In my meditations, sometimes I sneak into the warmth of souls, like a curious and joyful child to reap herself in verses in the fields of an inaudible singing — shy Light in its yearning to experience its love and exist. In this poetic daring of mine, wouldn't galaxies, stars, beings, particles, elementals, souls and… Continue reading The Naive Metaphysics of a Kiss
We wake up with the morning light gently filling the spaces, enlivening the colors, the shadows, the contrasts. In the slow transmutation of forms, we witness certainties disfigured into doubts and questions. Overwhelmed by the moment, doubt and expectation alternate in us and we eagerly seek answers with our attentive gaze turned to the oncoming… Continue reading Our Indelible Photography
The sun reappeared that morning, after days of incessant, typically autumnal rain. I decided to go for a walk, without a certain direction, improvising along paths bordered by green. The hill ahead was getting closer and closer, I was already walking far from home, and a thought suddenly crossed my mind: “Just keep walking, my… Continue reading The City and the Transfigured Ship
One day, I went for a walk through the streets of the city where I live. Life seemed to stretch out on that sunny afternoon. I was already far from home when heard the sound of children in the distance. The uproar increased as I approached a kindergarten yard. Children screamed as they moved frantically,… Continue reading Through the Gardens of Gaia
A few years ago, I took a plane in Brasilia 1 to Porto Alegre 2, coming back from a week — the kind we keep fondly — in Chapada dos Veadeiros 3. I confess that have always avoided air travel, as visibly do not feel well flying. However, this time was different. It was early… Continue reading A Child in the Window of a Plane
I feel lightness when traveling by train now, because on each trip, rekindle in me the Golden Light touching my heart. I still listen to mantras and songs just for the pleasure of being happy. Sometimes, the Sun seems to board too and fill the carriage with its luminosity, softening the air, warming people and… Continue reading Music
The September winds brought rain, watering the land, washing the roofs and my soul too, and, along with the birdsong and the grass sprouts, my inner child returned. My heart was filled with joy, for it was me returning home. My child arrived waking me up in flashes, asking me to look, to look at… Continue reading The Awakening of the Child III
The September winds brought rain, watering the land, washing the roofs and my soul too, and, along with the birdsong and the grass sprouts, my inner child returned. My heart was filled with joy, for it was me returning home. My child arrived waking me up in flashes, asking me to look, to look at… Continue reading The Awakening of the Child II
The September winds brought rain, watering the land, washing the roofs and my soul too, and, along with the birdsong and the grass sprouts, my inner child returned. My heart was filled with joy, for it was me returning home. My child arrived waking me up in flashes, asking me to look, to look at… Continue reading The Awakening of the Child I
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