02 Apr Easter times

  -Aunt, do you believe in the devil? -No. I believe in bad people ...

12 Mar Time to heal

1 Everything has its own time, and there is time for the whole purpose under heaven. 2 There is a time to be born, and a time to die; time to plant, and time to pluck up what has been planted; 3...

11 Mar Dublin 2016

In july of 2016 i decided  to travel to Dublin, because i already knew London.It was the first time i went to travel to Europe by myself .When i arrived in Heathrow i lost the connection to Dublin, but the...

10 Mar João Cabral de Melo Neto-brazilian poet

  The three bad-loveds(1943) Love ate my name, my identity, my portrait. Love ate my age certificate, my genealogy, my address. Love ate my business cards. Love came and ate all the papers where I wrote my name. Love ate my clothes, my...

28 Feb My house it´s not just a house

During the pandemic, my house became a refuge, an underground shelter, but of myself. I am a satellite spinning around my home. My angels as gifts from the Eucharist face me, reap the rest of my innocence that the years have shaped. My...

25 Feb La bella signorina

"The Italians of Picos", by Graziani Gerbasi Fonseca, is an excellent historical work of reconstituting the histories of the descendants of Italians who settled in Piauí, a fact little known by historians and Piauí. The book is full of interesting...

21 Feb Posts every sunday!

21 Feb About detachment

Hello everyone!Im back after carnaval in Brasil.I relaxed a lot in the shore of São Paulo. This text is a insight that i had in this trip of 2019.As a psychologist, i used to suffer from anxiety disorder since teenage times.I...

30 Jan How the day tells me “I love you”

The brazilian poet Drummond says, in his poem "I want": "I want every day of the year Every day of life Every half hour Every five minutes Tells me: I love you " If we are not what...