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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
It was a strangely warm late afternoon on a winter Sunday. I could hear the festive din of the children in the neighboring apartment and the dogs barking in the distance. However, nothing seemed to fill the emptiness of the living room, and I felt tired, lost and alone, murmuring in tears my surrender to… Continue reading The Delicate Simplicity of Being
Maybe it sounds strange, like a dissonance breaking a perfect chord. Maybe it sounds fantastic, like the fleeting caress of a blue butterfly while shopping in a supermarket. Maybe it sounds insane after all, like a divine revelation, nothing sudden, but the kind that stubbornly insinuates itself here and there, a little naughty, and conquers… Continue reading A Dissonant Caress
Everything seemed out of place when I got out of the car in front of the tall building that would be my home for the next few years. Along with my luggage, I brought a lot of uncertainty, insecurity, more sadness than joy — all the immaturity and shyness of a small-town teenager, eventual college… Continue reading A Planetarium in My Life
Perhaps there was a presentiment in the air in that silence of the morning chatter of small birds and the ticking of the alarm clock, like the solemn stillness filling a brief gesture of welcome. The sensation of the magical touch of an invisible messenger, coming from beyond imagination, foreshadowed the delivery of a message… Continue reading The Flourishing of Intelligence
In my meditations, sometimes I sneak into the warmth of souls, like a curious and joyful child to reap herself in verses in the fields of an inaudible singing — shy Light in its yearning to experience its love and exist. In this poetic daring of mine, wouldn't galaxies, stars, beings, particles, elementals, souls and… Continue reading The Naive Metaphysics of a Kiss
We wake up with the morning light gently filling the spaces, enlivening the colors, the shadows, the contrasts. In the slow transmutation of forms, we witness certainties disfigured into doubts and questions. Overwhelmed by the moment, doubt and expectation alternate in us and we eagerly seek answers with our attentive gaze turned to the oncoming… Continue reading Our Indelible Photography
A pine tree grows lonely on the cliff of a high mountain. An unexpected silence snatches the heart of a forest. Birds soar gracefully, letting themselves be carried by the currents of an air that ascends. An undisturbed rock keeps the tides at the edge of a sea. There is light, there is consciousness in… Continue reading Impressions on Love and Consciousness
It was a meditation with a simple and brief message: “Wisdom is in the energy of all that is, in the light of the created whole.” Accessible to anyone, keeps no secrets, nothing is hidden. Like an endless library, with no walls to limit it, always open, where everyone is welcome and there are no… Continue reading Chasing Butterflies
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
In an online meditation meeting, I had a visualization that, besides being beautiful, was inspiring, like those messages that come just to support us: “I was in a region of vast, green fields, surrounded by some apparently well-maintained wooden fences. There were clusters of trees here and there and no animals in sight. The day… Continue reading Wild Wisdom
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
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