Anar, my love.
There is a story behind why the name of my favorite fruit rolls off my tongue in neither English nor Spanish.
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The Assassination of João Gordo
When a tree is cut down in order to intimdate certain people, it is called an “assassination”.
Read MoreLudovica and the Art of Yoga
More than the story of how the press never discovered Ludovica’s scandal, my story is one about ageing. About ethics. But more importantly, it is about how the vision of Yoga is transformational.
Read MoreMarlene
It was on the special occasion of her last night in Rio de Janeiro. We were smashed up against the bar of a famous samba venue when two warrior women, exaggerating their merriment, disrespected the personal space of the Queen.
Read MoreThe Untaken Frame
It was an honor to have the story of the picture I chose not to take to be selected by JAGGERY, the literay jounal of South Asia:
Read MoreGrowing in Plain sight
Following Amazonian wisdom that all the medicine one needs in life will already be there, growing at one’s feet. I decided not only to let the weed growing on my windowsill live, I gave it its own pot.
Read MoreOn Mafia and Meditation
I saw how perfect and uniform all of the red fruit were, but I was more preoccupied trying to remember how many of them I would need for the various recipes I would exact. It might have been that same subliminal suspicion that had made me separate, but not read, an article on the global Italian and Chinese mafias for tomatoes.
Read MoreHypocrisy today
There is a profound difference between religions that demand an allegiance to a single story and those that demand nothing
Read MoreThe Carnival Seamstress
Behind the seams of Rio de Janeiro’s spectacular festival by Soledad Dominguez | translated by Ricky Toledano Monica has not slept at home since January 28. And it is most likely that she will not return to her husband and her youngest son until March 4, the day when the Paraiso do Tuiuti samba school will […]
Read MoreNo one in the world is illegal
The past can be truly seductive, despite all the evidence to the contrary and the fact that no one has ever returned from it. That is why I have always been suspicious of nostalgia: it always sprouts in the present, no matter when it was sown from the seeds of what people prefer to remember, and never from the dead seeds of what they prefer to forget.
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