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I'm getting lost through crossed ways complex deflections infinite paths I don't come back nor I run away from future of uncertain ways complex fears infinite dreams. Determined I carry on and stumble I fall to the ground and

The plump, little, and friendly ladies of Armanda PASSOS (AP) give a happy and peaceful look to those who contemplate them. In 2002, Mário CLÁUDIO said: "I see AP's painting as a great resting place [...] I don't know a Portuguese painter who better

The Teresa ALVAREZ last book, dedicated "to those who turn words into ammuniton", is organized in "fragments", as if they were the shrapnel of all Ukrainian wars in the world, the destruction, the death, the suffering, the inexplicable aberration that

Angels and saints of excellent behavior with wings to fly into the sky and other blues stay on ground their feet tied to the clay anchorage infinity isn't a destination neither route nor way. Anjos e santos de exemplar

SILENCE One can hear a far off outcry closer silence increases from the immediate silence it doesn't matter if the sound is universal lament or God's roar upon imperfect landscape or Valkyries' gallop into the bohemian dawn the outcry