Letters to a Friend – IX
And if I may be bold enough to say, do
Have a polite conversation with Monsieur Fear… Continue reading Letters to a Friend – IX
Eu sou a terra do Brasil
I have seen the hardwood that once belonged to
Magnificent tall trees of my bosom,…
Cut open,
To make dead furniture… Continue reading Eu sou a terra do Brasil
Letters to a friend – VIII
Time is like a black hole. It has a humongous appetite to consume the memories of living and nonliving things… Continue reading Letters to a friend – VIII
Spring clean
One never knows what the spring clean has in for, until they go with the flow, right ?
Letters to a friend – VII
It may not be easy to put aside all the misconceptions and prejudices one has… Continue reading Letters to a friend – VII
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
