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Animals

poem by Ruth Salles

poem by Ruth Salles Woodcut by Mônica Stein Aguiar , The moon lights lighten the shadows, and the voices…

poem in the rhythm Troqueu (long-short) by Ruth Salles

poem by Hedwig Diestel translated and recreated by Ruth Salles blackboard drawing by teacher Patrícia Rosiane. There it goes…

poem by Ruth Salles Watercolor by Mônica Stein Aguiar, João-de-barro kneads clay into tiny balls, gathers manure, gathers mane,…

poem by Ruth Salles Blackboard drawing by teacher Verônica Calandra Martins. Look at the caxinguelê, serelepe chipmunk! All…

poem by Friedrich Güll translated and recreated by Ruth Salles “O goat bale! The goat howls! His frayed cloak who…

poem by Ruth Salles The face and the paws: the shovels that dig. The short nails dig into the dirt; thin…

poem by Ruth Salles Run, the hare runs in the forest. He wants a good party to be celebrated.

poem by Ruth Salles Madrugada, in the woods you can already hear the beat: bica-bica, pica-pica, tambourines the woodpecker.

poem by Ruth Salles Kingfisher, flying, flying, it lands on the branch and waits until the fish appears in the river…

poem by Ruth Salles “My little pout, curved like an oriental saber, knows how to find good finds in the flowers of…