Espaço poético, rotineiro e alternativo
The Earth cries for peace. In times when our own humanity is called into question, our faith and empathy are being tested to the utmost. Let us therefore think about what we can do that is useful, beautiful, true and valuable to help with this transition. Starting with ourselves, and expanding. Training our thoughts, words and actions so that we are points of light. The Universe will reverberate in the fair measure of our effort and good will.
✨️Mágica Mistura
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One of the most precious gifts of the human experience on Earth is being able to choose what to do with opportunities. With each new choice, we take possession of infinite possibilities and developments… the power existing in a seemingly banal and everyday small decision is extremely beautiful and revolutionary.
✨️Mágica Mistura
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In the forest is where everything happens
The rain falls…
the water evaporates
the armadillo makes a hole
The snake coils
the cups meet
In a sensual interweaving
The greens merge
Giving rise to a thousand tones
As at the beginning of the ages
At the bottom of the woods
The raccoon hides
the frog croaks
The spider makes the web
For the unwary to grasp
there in the forest
Where does the waterfall run…
Mother Iara sings verses
To the Moon, the Sun, the Earth
Curupira protects the forest
The animals, the plants, the water
Deep in the forest
Pure and beautiful nature
untouched, survive
I hope we stop staining
The living room of the monkey, the jaguar
From the anteater, from the agouti
From the jararaca, from the otter…
So that you don’t complain later
When Mother Earth grieved
Come collect us the bill…
In the forest is where everything happens
The rain falls…
the water evaporates
the armadillo makes a hole
The snake coils
the cups meet
In a sensual interweaving
The greens merge
Giving rise to a thousand tones
As at the beginning of the ages
At the bottom of the woods
The raccoon hides
the frog croaks
The spider makes the web
For the unwary to grasp
there in the forest
Where does the waterfall run…
Mother Iara sings verses
To the Moon, the Sun, the Earth
Curupira protects the forest
The animals, the plants, the water
Deep in the forest
Pure and beautiful nature
untouched, survive
I hope we stop staining
The living room of the monkey, the jaguar
From the anteater, from the agouti
From the jararaca, from the otter…
So that you don’t complain later
When Mother Earth grieved
Come collect us the bill…
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