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
Sometimes angels dress in red at sunset, when the day fades away in a blanket of stars to illuminate its beloved night in the magic of a transient celestial encounter. A delicious expectation fills my heart whenever I see the angels pass silently, unannounced, the moment my gaze turns the corner of a street or… Continue reading When Angels Dress in Red
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
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
I miss the sea, I miss home, I miss myself... It's time to return. As the landscape transforms along the road, I travel back to memories of my early years by the sea. I can still feel the immense curiosity and impatient desire to get there. The joy of encountering the sea encouraged me to… Continue reading Lady of the Tides
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
The garden at the back of my parents' house was my favorite refuge as a child. There was a small lawn there on which my mother spread white sheets to lighten in the sun. I lay on the soft grass, oblivious to time, watching the clouds float across the vast blue sky as they took… Continue reading The Garden of Manifestations
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
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
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
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
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
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
"I am not a singularity, I am multiplicity." That thought and the image of an apple tree laden with fruits by a small lake became recurrent this week, keeping me company in brief flashes, while brushing my teeth, washing the dishes in the kitchen or walking the streets of city. “My body is a family.… Continue reading An Apple Tree by a Lake
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