Author : Yoskhaz

The bicycle leaned against the lamppost in front of Loureiro’s workshop, the cobbler who stitched leather with the same mastery he used to weave ideas....

It was during the break between classes. The afternoon sun warmed the cold autumn breeze in the mountains. I decided to rest on the balcony...

It was early morning when the train dropped me at the station of the small and charming town with narrow, winding streets paved with centuries-old,...

I was in Sedona, among the mountains of Arizona. Starry Song, the shaman gifted with teaching his people’s ancient philosophy through musical stories, sat silently...

This story took place many years ago. The sky blended hues of pink and blue in a cloudless dawn. It was cold. The sounds of...

“We are more selfish than we believe,” Loureiro, the craftsman who loved red wine and philosophy books, told me. He could stitch bags and ideas...

The trip to Sedona, in the mountains of Arizona, was finally arranged. The luggage was almost packed. In a few days, I would travel to...

Rio de Janeiro is a beautiful city squeezed between the sea and the mountains. The complications that its geographical location causes for road engineering, requiring...

This story took place some time ago. I was waiting for the bus to depart for the small Chinese village nestled at the foot of...

The monastery was still asleep when I went to the refectory in search of a mug of coffee. Sitting at the last table, which offered...