The Test
The pleasant aroma of coffee mixed with that of leather in Loureiro’s workshop, the shoemaker who loved wine and books, and who stitched ideas with...
Author : Yoskhaz
Boundaries, The Frontiers of Relationships
As I parked the car in front of Starry Song’s house, the shaman who had the gift of preserving the ancestral philosophy of his people...
Identity, a necessary search
Alone, I walked through the narrow, crooked streets of the tiny town at the foot of the mountain that houses the monastery. There would be...
Maturing Is Necessary – The Fifth Factor
The day was not yet showing signs of dawning. It was a moonless night. An incredible blanket of countless tiny stars covered the mountainous valley...
The House
It had been a long time since I had been in the small Chinese village at the foot of the Himalayas. After dropping my suitcase...
For every feeling, there is a path
Rio de Janeiro is a city wedged between the sea and the mountains. The same thing that causes major problems in solving traffic issues is...
The Stone in the Path is the Path
The aroma of coffee announced a morning of pleasant conversation in Loureiro’s workshop, the cobbler who loved philosophy books and red wine, and who stitched...
The breadth of forgiveness
The cup with chamomile and lemon balm tea sat on the nightstand. I was getting ready to begin my meditation, as I do almost every...
The Main Foundation of Love
The day was dawning. Through the windows of the canteen we could see the sky in that undefined colour, between pink and blue, typical of...
These wings are not yours
These wings are not yours The back-and-forth of the rocking chair kept pace with the hoarse and measured speech of Starry Song, the shaman gifted...