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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
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
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
Last May, I started a simple process of free writing, like channeling, preceded by a brief meditation. So, some messages have come to me, like this one: “Maybe the look you are looking for is in the inner look, in the body that expands and contracts in waves. The gaze that opens and closes without… Continue reading The Creation
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
A kite. A simple kite. Maybe I will learn to make a kite. Maybe I learn from a child how to make a kite. Maybe we draw and paint in the kite what only it and the birds see from above, from the sky. Perhaps we will write a request or a wish, a hope,… Continue reading A Kite
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