Espaço poético, rotineiro e alternativo
“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…”
✨ Mágica Mistura
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“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…”
✨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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Mágica Mistura 