poem by Hans Eberhard Schiller translated and recreated by Ruth Salles blackboard drawing by professor Cecília Rinaldi. What I really am is a little plant-child. Of water until I like it and a slight heat. But I avoid the light, and in me the leaf or any flower is absent. I'm just fruit...
poem by Hedwig Diestel translated and recreated by Ruth Salles blackboard drawing by teacher Patrícia Rosiane. There goes my good horse galloping, crossing forests, meadows, paths. Such a beautiful horse takes me to the castle. But, in the night, it goes very softly, it goes very silently, my good little horse, with silver hooves shining in the…
blackboard drawing of teacher Beatriz Retz . Resurrection Over the muted silence of lights, the night slowly spreads its dark cloak; and there beneath it, far from the prying eyes of men, it prepares the next and vehement bubbling of waters, the erupting of plants, the awakening of souls. And when she leaves with a slight…
poem by Ruth Salles. poet collects all the lights for the time to say something to the stars. He captures the shadows one by one, and then creates the forest in his own likeness. There is ritual, like the nights when the moon rises over the sea, over your hands,…
poem by Moema Cruz teacher at Escola Waldorf Rural Turmalina – PE blackboard drawing by teacher Beatriz Retz The camp is coming! We can't wait There will be dancing and joy Friends will arrive At a harvest meeting Of conversation and communion All together at the fire Will make a greeting Sending to the Divine Thousand...
four poems by Ruth Salles blackboard drawing by teacher Verônica Calandra Martins. Saints of June – Saint John! With your fur garment and a little lamb, I see you, O my patron saint, walking on the banks of the Jordan River and I ask: Wash my heart in these waters! I also see Saint Anthony, another saint…
poem by Ruth Salles I will go through the splendorous land to fulfill the humble or grandiose task of each moment, to contemplate so many people, to accept my brother, to walk by his side, through the splendorous land.
poem by Ruth Salles Over the silenced lights out, the night slowly spreads its dark mantle; and there beneath it, far from the prying eyes of men, it prepares the next and vehement bubbling of waters, the erupting of plants, the awakening of souls.
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.
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……….
poem by Ruth Salles In the old days, a lifetime was written on a palm leaf, a papyrus bark or a tablet with wax. In monasteries, there was parchment, which made parchment from lambskin.
poem by Ruth Salles In the silence of the deep blue, I don't hear the worlds turn.
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