I have posted this one many times before.
I like the emptiness, the color, the peace and the little careless mess.
Sometimes life is just like that.
Chaotic, and yet strangely perfectly peaceful.
Nothing to be done about it, except to accept and carry on.

Chaos.
Guidance.
Patience.
Continuity.
Wisdom of time.
Life consuming efforts.
Unconditional love.
Being a woman.
Being a mother.
Being the bearer of life.
And on top of all this,
bravely endure all the challenges
of existence itself.

I just read that all human beings are women until 4-6 weeks of life, only then the male sex is defined.
If you have life, you also came from a woman.
It’s about time to recognize the importance of women in society.
We need to empower women for a better society.
Stop violence against WOMEN.

Depois de passear entre os maravilhosos trabalhos da Bienal Naïfs do Brasil, “Bahia” está de volta à casa (mas já com planos de viajar para longe)

Às vezes, a nossa casa é um lugar dentro de nós, outras vezes nossa casa ultrapassa fronteiras, percorre estradas, transpões oceanos… E nos encontra, de novo dentro de nós, com brilho nos olhos e um sorriso tranquilo no rosto…

Life can also be just like that…
Filled with wonder, sweet surprises, memorable moments.
Let’s not take it for granted.

It’s really difficult to keep sanity
In a world that is gone mad

Go on!
Keep on trying!
I can tell you,
it’s crystal clear
And the cards never lie:
Great fortune ahead
All evil, envy and tyranny
will fall by itself,
break apart and never return.
You will finally be allowed to be
your unique and true self
shining as you were meant to be.
And you will be free to thrive.

And so it is
Because it is written.

Happy 2015.
May truth, kindness and love
be a constant
along the way.

Good luck for everyone!

Embalagens enooormes com conteúdos delicados.
Gentileza gera gentileza, já dizia o profeta.

A gente não recomeça nada
Sem largar o que ja passou
Memórias
Mobílias
Amores
Armários
Cheios de lembranças
Nunca nos levariam além.
Além do pó das coisas que passaram.
Existe também o pó da estrada
Que como cantou Sá & Guarabyra
Brilha nos meus olhos.
E quero ir adiante
Quero, de novo
Brilho nos olhos.
O passado passou
Doeu
Morreu
Cansou.
É tempo de pegar a via central
A rua do comérico
E partir.
Um passo de cada vez, sem olhar para trás.

There they are again.
They play, they rule, they are.
I wish life could be that simple.
I also wish we could be more like them.