Spring clean
One never knows what the spring clean has in for, until they go with the flow, right ?
Category: Poetry
notre mère- II
where art the secrets and lies
of our lost childhood, our aspirations,
our simple desires of playing with a toy…? Continue reading notre mère- II
Letters to a friend – VI
And with much ease, plucks the words from his thoughts
…
And imprisons them forever on a paper, using a pen. Continue reading Letters to a friend – VI
Letters to a friend – V
The glass slide that held a family Of Pedra dois… Continue reading Letters to a friend – V
Arara Azuls and the little child
The trees are happier for the Arara Azuls built a community
The clouds are happier that Julia looks up. Continue reading Arara Azuls and the little child
Dearest depositor
Must we suffer another such insufferable burden ?
Continue reading Dearest depositor
Letters to a Friend – IV
The seed that once germinated into a sapling
is now a fully grown tree… Continue reading Letters to a Friend – IV
Incident characteristic of a genteel evening
The mass exodus of cold air from the North,
Replaced the otherwise warm air in June,
Sending everyone to search for room heaters and woolens,
Yet the multitude of trees in praça do coco remained stoic and calm. Continue reading “Incident characteristic of a genteel evening”
Festa Junina at abel and mapel
With great surprise, we received
an invitation for a gathering
In the form of words that were strung Together carefully,
arriving at our inboxes on
Quinta feira precisely,
with a notification: ‘You have got mail’.
§§ Continue reading “Festa Junina at abel and mapel”
hoje é um dia especial
Whereas it is spring in Europe –the forerunner of yeast research,
Elsewhere in the southern hemisphere, in the meadow town of Campinas… Continue reading hoje é um dia especial
Perpetual Motion of Thought 