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
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
Everything seemed vague when that spiral image formed timidly in my eyes. “It looks like Nautilus”, I thought. And it was indeed, its shell. And that little creature from the seas has become a friendly company ever since, lurking in my mind, inviting me to reflect, yearning for light. When I rest in my heart… Continue reading My Little Master Called Nautilus
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
Once again I boarded the train. It was one of those old trains, with fans on the ceiling composing a monotonous duet with their lazy swaying, giving rhythm and tone to people's routine, their conversations and concerns, their boredom and silences. With luck, I noticed an empty seat and sat by the window, which some… Continue reading The Golden Light
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