In English
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
In the silence of a recent morning, the word “merge”, accompanied by the visualization of a chameleon, brought with it an unexpected understanding from an innovative perspective of my soul. We always imagine relationships based on fusion of feelings and telepathy as alien to our human reality or, at least, exclusive to enlightened beings or… Continue reading Chameleon Soul
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
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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