In English
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
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
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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