torn pieces of paper
scattered, fly upward
dance about the window
like spirits calling
enticing movement
Salsa dancing about
as the room fills
laughter enters the song
a memory of such youth
with children singing
returns upon these shoulders
during days of solitude
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.” ― Joseph Campbell
Mozambican-born Portuguese South African; reflecting on travel, writing, editing, life, family and change that has social impact; chief wide eyed in wanderer, wonderer and bottlewasher
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The Path Towards Transformation
Providing guidance on the journey to mature masculinity
"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things." Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
It moves me,I like it a lot-mom
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