-Hasta la revolucion, siempre! Uncle Valdemar welcomed us at the airport already shouting his staff and in his spare time speaking ill of President Bolsonaro. It was November 2019, the long-awaited trip to Poland, Germany and Holland. Dad, son of a former...
I have a schoolchild in me. The school of life is a walking entity. I left school, but deep down it did not leave me. I have in me beyond memories, all subjects in a particular way. I am my Literature,...
Dad yesterday sat at the table very thoughtful, philosophizing about the end of the newspaper. He even started to count how many newspapers he had at his time: -It was twelve. Today there is only “O Globo”. It's a shame, right....
The literary-musical show “Solitude at the bottom of the needle”, directed by Ignácio de Loyola Brandão and Rita Gullo, is intelligent, sensitive, a charm for the eyes, ears and soul. The musical piece throws itself into life stories and writings...
Therapy, at heart, is a strange thing. Tell your most intimate problems and thoughts to someone you just met, because you can't solve them alone. Someone who cannot be your friend, but listens to you like no one else. Cry, reveal...
- The best day to weigh is Wednesday, after the weekend. - I heard that phrase from a friendly nutritionist during a party. Today, Monday, after a break from the diet on Sunday, I remembered that phrase and promised once again...
The Danish Soren Kierkegaard, father of Existentialism, started this discussion. "We suffer for who we are and for who we are not", said the philosopher in his book "The human despair". When, after all, does dissatisfaction and anguish end with the very...
As in an exercise in creative unblocking, to think of my father is to remember, in childhood, to gather the newspapers that he left in the garden, carried by the wind, under the great mango tree, every Sunday morning. I...
Sublimation is a physical-chemical process, where a solid element evaporates, without going through the liquid state. I truly believe that the look does not deceive. You can smile, cry, make a scene, but the eyes are there to inform us. The...
A teacher once said that madness is a whistleblower. Madness has always been and will probably always be misunderstood. It is still not crazy to suffer from love, indecision, the desire to throw everything up, jealousy, immense love for the dog,...
