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  A Treasure of Stories by Patrícia Cerqueira Seidler There was a time when stories were shared Well before books and e-books alike There wa...

Mother Sea, la mar, shows us change is the truth and the way. Ebbs stretch into flows. Crest, equilibrium, trough. Temporary. Temp...

Nature surprised me this summer morning As dew still dwelled on shaded blades perched above Mother's soil Inviting me to notice all th...

Why did they invent guns? He asked at six. My mind spirals through the history of guns climbing its DNA stretching back to its beginnings....

Our bodies have changed. Softer, rounder, smoother, and wiser. Our skins have weathered too. Freckled, thinner, and beautifully etched. ...

Amor é como pipa... só voa quando solta Dando corda da fé       segurando firme a gentileza                   e dançando com presença  ...

Tá tudo bem aqui.  Não precisa fugir para o túnel do pensamento e a camara de tortura propria.  Ta tudo bem, fica aqui. Não precis...