Author : Yoskhaz

As usual, the train would pass in the early hours of the morning in the small and welcoming town situated at the foot of the...

From the house where I live, in Rio de Janeiro, to Sedona, in the mountains of Arizona, it was two airplanes and a car trip...

“Every time someone is imprisoned in himself, he shows what he is yet to be, but isn’t at the present moment. Then he suffers because...

When my grandfather traveled to the stars, I was no more than a teenager. I remember spending weekends with his other grandchildren at the house...

The house looked like a castle. I’ve been there only once before, almost ten years ago, at Rodrigo’s fiftieth birthday party. It was a gathering...

We were under the leafy oak tree in the backyard of the Starry Song’s house in Sedona, in the mountains of Arizona, where people gathered...

When I received the news of uncle Pedro’s death, I had no hesitation in travelling to be with his children, my cousins, in this moment...

From a very young age I had difficulties in dealing with authorities and hierarchy. Taking orders was something that bothered me. Discipline was linked to...

I have the habit of accepting, as far as possible, all the invitations that are made to me. I believe that sometimes they may be...

I love São Paulo. I have an affectionate relationship with the city that I cannot explain. In its streets, especially in the Centre and in...