Estórias, imaginações e criações inspiradas nas reflexões sobre a educação, a infância e a criança que habita em cada um de nós.
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- Hi Said the bright, shrewd eyes that stretched discreetly out of the hole. (silence) Intrigued, the eyes saw only a horizon of holes, with no other eyes popping out. Was he alone? Were the others on the underside of the hole? Confused by the uninhabited infinity, he returned inside the hole. - Hi It … Continue lendo The in(tention) of the (un)meeting
Once upon a time there was a girl. She was singing as if life was a dance of musical notes. While the notes were hopping out of her mouth, she distracted herself watching the green parakeets fly happily from tree to tree, bathed in the bright yellow of the sunset. Once upon a time there … Continue lendo The day she met the fear
I watched him in wooden blocks room. I looked at him and, at that moment, I captured all humanity. He was dancing, but not with his five-year-old body. He was dancing with his emotions, from which we can not no the age. Actually, he was danced by his emotions. They were provoking him to build … Continue lendo I looked at him and, at that moment, I could captured all humanity.
One of the most beautiful things about storytelling is that when one story ist told, automatically it multiples into thousands of possibilities, of continuations, of scenarios - all depending on the imagination of the listener. The story exists only in the mental space of the person who receives it - a singular story will never be … Continue lendo Nico, the man who learned how to teach
Once upon a time, in a distant, distant time - so distant that there is almost no memory of it, nor clarity about whether belongs to the past or the future, nor clarity about whether it existed on our planet, there was a beautiful place called “Valley of Free Flight.” The blessed people who lived in … Continue lendo Anarê, the boy who unlearned to fly.
“I will not turn the pag…” “And I will not wait!” Maia hadn’t even finish her expression of revulsion when her sentence was cut short by Runa. Her mother, who looked on as she leaned against the doorframe of the girls' bedroom, had been explaining to her daughters for 364 days that at midnight on … Continue lendo The turning of the page
Once upon a time there was a girl who lived inside. Small, she was so far inside and so still that the woman barely noticed her presence. Yes, once in a while her belly exploded in cold, heat, tightness and movements. When there was fear and anger, especially, it was so much movement. But could … Continue lendo Once upon a time a girl lived inside
It was a frigid winter morning when I woke up with my adult eyes. The adult eyes stubbornly see things in an 'opaque' way and that was rather strange to me, though not necessarily unwanted. I ran to the bathroom, washed my face thoroughly, and rubbed my eyes forcefully. Slowly I opened them again and … Continue lendo The day that adultness invaded my gaze
Once upon a time there was a boy who collected air. He took a deep breath, blew it into a small bag, and the air of that moment was there. From moment to moment a new sack was filled, and they all hung around his waist. There are those who imagine that it is difficult … Continue lendo The boy who collected air
