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The Rain’s Cleansing Dance

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Amidst the quietude of a world waiting, the rain arrives—it needs to get—a gentle whisper at first, tapping on rooftops and windowpanes. It tiptoes across the landscape, tracing the contours of leaves and petals, seeking out the hidden crevices where memories linger. The rain knows its purpose: to cleanse, to unburden, to baptize. The rain will come to wash it all away. It doesn’t discriminate; it falls upon the weary traveler and the steadfast oak alike. It carries stories—the laughter of children, the tears of lovers, the footprints of wanderers. Each drop, a tiny vessel of renewal, holds within it … Continue reading The Rain’s Cleansing Dance

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The Dance of Seasons

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I am changing, a perpetual metamorphosis. Like a leaf caught in the whims of time, I twirl through the seasons. Each turn brings a new hue, a fresh face to the world. In spring, I unfurl like a tender bud, reaching for the sun. My veins pulse with life, and I wear the green cloak of hope. The air smells of possibility, and I sway with the breeze, eager to embrace the warmth. Summer arrives, and I bask in the golden glory. My edges crisp, kissed by the sun’s fiery lips. I am vibrant, alive, and my laughter rustles through … Continue reading The Dance of Seasons

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The Covenant with the Earth

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A nation stands upon the soil as a child upon the shoulders of a giant. The soil, rich and teeming with life, is the foundation upon which civilizations are built, the canvas upon which history is painted. Yet, when a nation turns against its own soil, it sows the seeds of its own demise. It is a self-inflicted wound, a betrayal of the very ground that sustains it. Forests, the majestic lungs of our land, breathe life into our world. They stand as silent sentinels, purifying the air with each rustling leaf and each whispered breeze. They are the alchemists … Continue reading The Covenant with the Earth

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On Indigenous Peoples Day,

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Let us weave a flag of colors, a symphony of stories, and honor the threads that bind us to ancient lands. You, my miscegenated soul, bear the hues of a thousand sunsets—neither black nor white, but a kaleidoscope of ancestry. In your veins flows the Karipuna river, its waters whispering secrets of resilience. The Rio Jamary Karipunas, nearly lost to time, dance in your blood—their footsteps etched in the Guaporé drylands, a sacred map of survival. Your lineage, a mosaic of nations, defies borders. Portuguese winds from Ceará State kiss your cheeks, while Dutch echoes from Sergipe State linger in … Continue reading On Indigenous Peoples Day,

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Beauty’s Touch

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In the tender years of my youth, beauty’s touch caused my heart to ascend, akin to the noble eagles’ flight above the regal peaks. Vitality coursed through my veins, and I embraced liberty, discovering a fervor for the boundless wild. Amidst the daffodils’ dance, I spread my arms, wings in spirit, and soared across the mind’s vast landscapes—over craggy mountains, rolling dales, and the endless shores. With mangos in grasp, amidst leaves of myriad forms, I hearkened to the avian songs that wafted through the vernal zephyrs. For timeless hours, I’d repose in the verdant blades, gazing skyward at the … Continue reading Beauty’s Touch

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Eternal Tides

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I thought of love on a rainy day—a canvas of gray where longing dripped from the heavens. The sun, that relentless voyager, sought refuge behind veils of cloud. I wished for its retreat—for eternity—to let the world bask in the melancholy of your presence. You, my dear enigma, were the gloom—the mist that clung to ancient oaks, the fog that whispered secrets. Depth and mystery swirled within you, like hidden galaxies waiting to be explored. On that dull and darkened day, you were the riddle I yearned to unravel. And I? I was the rain—the silent messenger. I fell from … Continue reading Eternal Tides

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Silent and present

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In the quiet whispers of the wind, in the gentle dance of leaves, lies a truth that transcends mere knowing. How can one articulate the need to feel the steadfast presence of trees, their silent guardianship over time? It is a knowing beyond knowledge, a connection that defies explanation. To awaken to the pulse of a different rhythm, to embrace the cadence of the day and the season, is to surrender to a deeper harmony, a symphony conducted by nature herself. The hourglass of minutes fades into insignificance, eclipsed by the grandeur of moments measured in the shifting hues of … Continue reading Silent and present

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Existence – Poetry

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Sleep discovered from dreams, a sanctuary of stillness and peace. Silence in the mouth, where words dare not disturb the tranquility. But in the eyes, a world of poetry unfolds, each glance a verse, each blink a stanza. The body, adorned with transparent stars, a celestial tapestry woven into the very fabric of existence. A sky in your clothes, a moon stamped on your nose, and the sun dancing on your cheeks. You are a walking constellation, a masterpiece of the cosmos. And within this celestial visage, a face filled with tenderness, a sketch of poetry etched into the very … Continue reading Existence – Poetry

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To a little black bird in my chest …

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I am writing for the little blackbird in my chest; she used to be a bluebird, with a throat made of honey, but now she smokes all my tar, and drinks all my wine. Once, she soared through the azure expanse of my soul, her song a symphony of sweetness, her wings aglow with the light of hope. Her melody wove through the chambers of my heart, a lullaby that brought solace to my weary spirit. But as the shadows lengthened and the world grew heavy, she turned to the bitter taste of tar, the suffocating embrace of smoke. Her … Continue reading To a little black bird in my chest …

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Outside the window sky and earth exchange silver. In the moonlight I forget I’m human…

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Outside the window, where the celestial canvas meets the earthly realm, a dance of silver unfolds under the watchful gaze of the moon. The night sky, adorned with shimmering stars, weaves a tapestry of enchantment that transcends the boundaries of the mundane world. In the embrace of moonlight, I am transported to a realm where time stands still, and the constraints of humanity fade into obscurity. As I peer into the ethereal glow, I am liberated from the confines of my earthly existence. The weight of mortal worries and fleeting desires dissipates, and I am enveloped by a sense of … Continue reading Outside the window sky and earth exchange silver. In the moonlight I forget I’m human…