Um mantra de gratidão Um perfume suave no ar Uns momentos de tranquilidade… A alma repleta de luz e calor A intenção mais elevada No agito do seu dia, reserve só para você Um carinho, um sorriso, um momento É disso que o caminho é feito
“I can seem utopian with my fantasy stories, fairies, gnomes and enchanted beings. But let those who, in their own way, never dreamed of a better world cast the first stone. This is my way…”
“Posso parecer utópica com minhas histórias de fantasia, fadas, gnomos e seres encantados. Mas, atire a primeira pedra quem, à sua maneira, nunca sonhou com um mundo melhor. Esse é o meu jeito…”
“From the eternal waves of the deep lagoon, the cunning wind blows incessantly. Always friend, he doesn’t fail and he doesn’t delay…in the middle of the afternoon he arrives quickly. It seems that you know, my hidden desire, and in the turns it takes, it snuggles in my chest, next to the beats of my heart. If I love this wind, only I know how much, because if I’m far from it, nostalgia launches its painful darts against my feelings… the impression I have is that the world has stopped, nothing has moved since it, from I left. But that’s enough, calm or swarthy, raising sand and leaves, as the wind usually does…”
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