The Wind of the Garden

poem by Ruth Salles Blackboard drawing by João Batista Conrado The wind went around my garden. He descended on the beautiful flowers and said good morning to all of them like this… The flowers responded from the heart. The petals sway and very softly sing in greeting. The wind comes again, in the sunlight.…

The plant

poem by Ruth Salles blackboard drawing by teacher Verônica Calandra Martins. It's winter. Nature seems to sleep silently, but she moves quickly, working hard. And when the cold is over, spring is coming, the buds break out of the ground, covering the whole meadow. And they unfold into little leaves, little roots go down, go quickly, quickly, from…

The seed

poem by Ruth Salles Image at Creche Monte Azul. Mysterious seed that falls from the plant to the ground, what secrets does it keep deep in its heart? “I am the smallest gift that has been placed in your hand, for this tiny grain seems to be nothing. But from it you will see, in a fruitful season, grow a leafy tree...

the rivers of my land

São Francisco and Amazonas poem by Maria Sabina The rivers of my land are dragons with a green scale, or with a body the color of silver or with a back the color of mud, whose tail is untied, collar, sword, iron, the valley, the plain, the saw, carrying, undermining, flooding, fertilizing the lands of my land.