Every day Every year I increasingly realize that joy comes from within and that it does not depend on another person, but a happy person infects everyone else who is...
The memory only hurts when it is fresh. Once you like it, it’s a consolation.
Raquel de Queiroz
This who I was? and that it was Yours?, that it was a dream or reality... that clothed me with a soul of longing, and now it has disappeared from me forever. > Everything around...
henriquenator
Honesty is a delicate color that fears the air.
Francisco de Quevedo
Your voice makes the star of my body fall
Mariana Botelho
THE WAVES (poem from the Noronha project – Image and Poetry) Waves that look like hugs Warm, affectionate, tight... In truth The waves of Noronha are not waves,...
Bruno Bezerra