In English
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
"I am not a singularity, I am multiplicity." That thought and the image of an apple tree laden with fruits by a small lake became recurrent this week, keeping me company in brief flashes, while brushing my teeth, washing the dishes in the kitchen or walking the streets of city. “My body is a family.… Continue reading An Apple Tree by a Lake
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