Inner Babel / Babel Interior

He followed her from France to Spain. She had been travelling with friends and they met in Montpellier. She fell in love with the place instantly. Students at La Place de la Comedie, sipping coffee, sitting around the fountain, laughing, talking, life bubbling like a glass of Kir Royale. He offered to help with her bags. She walked beside him in silence, her friends giggling behind them, "Oh, why! Oh, why isn't there anyone to carry my suitcase." She kept the best neutral face she could. "Let them joke, in Portuguese he will not understand anyway!"  They stopped at the top of the dorm stairs. She thanked him in French. A shy smile and eyes that said otherwise looked back at her: "Brazilians?", he asked in Portuguese from Portugal. She felt the fire on her cheeks: "Yes", she replied. She tried hiding the surprise in her voice, but his eyes told her he'd caught her. He smiled, "Enjoy your stay!" The friends' voices, dr...

Because Art can help you turn what never was into something real. Art can put in the world what is only in your heart. Art can help you recover rights taken away. Art can help you heal. It can help you survive and overcome pain. It can help you live through it, anytime it comes back in your spiraling path. Art can help you love. Art can help you live.  Porque a Arte pode ajudar a tornar o que nunca foi em algo real. A Arte pode por no mundo o que está apenas no coração. Ela pode ajudar a recuperar direitos usurpados. A Arte pode ajudar a curar. Pode ajudar a sobreviver à dor e a superá-la. Pode lhe ajudar a atravessá-la sempre que ela voltar ao seu caminho espiralado. A Arte pode ajudar a amar. A Arte pode ajudar a viver.

I dwell in a small small world I dare not affirm a thing  on the greater issues of man kind I offer no solutions I remain entangled In the web of  my thoughts Puzzled by petty confused notions I dare not offer advice I dare not tell you where to go I stand here on a pile of "I don't knows" I look at the world from afar With squinting eyes I try to see I try to grasp  I try to decide I wander in small and large circles Round and round I get dizzy Round and round I hover above Distant I gaze the world From far away And everything looks small

I feel I upset many people. Maybe it is something I do, but the feeling I get is that what upsets them is the way I live, the choices I make. People get upset with me when they hear I don't believe in God. If I tell them that I once did, but have lost my faith after I lost my first child, a premature baby, they fail to grasp the complexity of it. They look at me with irritating condescendent pityful eyes and they think I can be "fixed." To be fair, maybe I fail to help them understand that after what happened to me, God as I came to know it and most people of Christian beliefs do, is of no use to me.  God proved himself either nonexistent or useless to me when my first born died and when I almost followed him due to Eclampsia and Hellp Syndrome (Go ahead and google it! Unless you are doctor or had someone in the family who had this, you will never know it.) He did not save my baby and he did not spare me the excruciating suffering I had to endure. And if you think I...