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Tertúlia Lilás: Novembro 2008
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Quinta-feira, 27 de novembro de 2008. Já no ano passado postei sobre este assunto. Os meninos do Gana que são vendidos pelos próprios pais para serem escravos não pode deixar alguém indiferente. Para conseguir libertar um menino bastam 1000 euros. Tanto e tão pouco. Com a compra do livro, este ano temos o CD. Custa 3€ e se o comprarmos estamos a doar 1.50€ para esta causa. Quarta-feira, 19 de novembro de 2008. Ora vamos lá suspender. Não sei se ria se chore. Terça-feira, 18 de novembro de 2008. BARACK OB...
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THE SOUND OF A HEART
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011. Click on the picture to enlarge). I WANT TO ALWAYS LEAVE A SMILE ON MY PATH. Life is made of so many difficult moments. Many times we think we are going through a not so easy situation. Or even questioning if we “deserve” it or not. Sickness, unforeseen situations, either at the job or at home, or in the streets. Situations with people that betray us, with ungrateful offspring, with someone we thought were our friend…. What is life if not a Great Learning? 1/3 3/4 4/6 =? So we ...
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THE SOUND OF A HEART: June 2011
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Thursday, June 9, 2011. A TENDERNESS CALLED LARRY KINLEY. Those who knew Larry Kinley can consider themselves lucky. We came to Cincinnati in 1994 and, seeking a church to worship, we stopped one day at the Good Shepherd Church to attend Mass. When the Mass began this man walked in and it seems he had a light over his head. I used to buy also his CDs to take as a gift to my family and friends in Brazil. He was part of our Sunday and part of our lives. We watched people arriving (sometimes we were in line...
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THE SOUND OF A HEART
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Saturday, October 8, 2011. Stripping themselves naked of fear. So many unforgettable moments. Recorded in the retina. Stamped on the soul. Perpetuated in the joys. Of a daily routine. Our eyes are twins. In intuition, in feeling. In capturing the right moment. In caring for each other. In the joy of reunion. Our eyes can see. Each other even at a distance. They are so transparent and true. That even closed , by sensing the soul. They are tireless guardians. This poem is dedicated to my husband). What tim...
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THE SOUND OF A HEART: June 2010
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Sunday, June 27, 2010. THE MYSTERY OF LOVE. The mystery of love. Is hidden deep in the soul. In a swallowed sight. In a lost look. The mystery of love. Is stored in flaming hearts. In a body that asks for caresses. In the absence of words. The mystery of love. Is not written in books. But engraved in skin inscriptions. Shinning with the sweat of struggle. The mystery of love. Is on a wet mouth kiss. In the silence that happens. Between sighs and sobs. In the hand that rouses. The mystery of love. I know ...
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THE SOUND OF A HEART
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Monday, September 19, 2011. These eyes that follow me on all my journeys. With an endless care. And never loses sight of a single stir. Surround and protect me. Rubbing ointment on my wounds. And tenderly…caress me. This voice, so rhythmic. That calms me in time of distress. That sings me serenity. That rocks me to sleep. And silences when I need. And in the crowd. When thousands of people surround me. I still can see your eyes. Between the small available spaces. Caring for my steps. You are my shadow.
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THE SOUND OF A HEART: October 2011
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Saturday, October 8, 2011. Stripping themselves naked of fear. So many unforgettable moments. Recorded in the retina. Stamped on the soul. Perpetuated in the joys. Of a daily routine. Our eyes are twins. In intuition, in feeling. In capturing the right moment. In caring for each other. In the joy of reunion. Our eyes can see. Each other even at a distance. They are so transparent and true. That even closed , by sensing the soul. They are tireless guardians. This poem is dedicated to my husband). What tim...
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THE SOUND OF A HEART: March 2011
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Saturday, March 26, 2011. SMILE YOU ARE BEING FILMED. When the plane is about to land I feel that “thing” inside of my heart. I can see the sun through the small and limited peephole near my seat. I follow the landing with emotion! I can’t explain…my heart beats fast…something warms my soul right now. Getting off the plane and gliding down the aisle and hearing: “Welcome to Brasil”, something agitates inside of me, a desire to smile nonstop. This was new to me. I did it, got in the bus and to my seat.
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THE SOUND OF A HEART
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Thursday, June 9, 2011. A TENDERNESS CALLED LARRY KINLEY. Those who knew Larry Kinley can consider themselves lucky. We came to Cincinnati in 1994 and, seeking a church to worship, we stopped one day at the Good Shepherd Church to attend Mass. When the Mass began this man walked in and it seems he had a light over his head. I used to buy also his CDs to take as a gift to my family and friends in Brazil. He was part of our Sunday and part of our lives. We watched people arriving (sometimes we were in line...
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THE SOUND OF A HEART: August 2010
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Saturday, August 28, 2010. THE REASON AND THE HEART. When the silence wraps me. I seek rational answers for this feeling…. And I think why reasoning. If in the silence of the night. We only hear our hearts? You leave and I hug your absence. Your body tepid with desire like mine. I want to forget the anguish. And make you understand only. That the moment our lifes crossed. It doesn’t matter the differences. While the mind thinks. Do not put your thoughts. Do not delay in life’s equations. He has been my s...
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