the strange sound

poem by Ruth Salles In the world around me, the wave runs: particles of air that follow, pushed by everything that moves and that collides with the air and vibrates, infinity; and, in that encounter, the strange sound comes, in a ripple that never dissolves.

the strong man

poem by Ruth Salles Standing tall, the strong and strong man lifts his chest to luck. Bad luck, then, if it comes, if it comes, you can already see that it finds SOMEONE someone confident, someone with faith, with faith in the ardor that puts them on their feet! The strong man stands tall……….