In English
I walk over the line of the waves where children sat apprehensively in their first baths in the sea. Fun sandpipers, white egrets and fearless cormorants make me happy with their company. An unexpected wave seems to play with me, bathing my legs in the warm waters of summer afternoons. A hawk lands briefly in… Continue reading In the Interlude of a Summer
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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