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A few months back, while strolling along the banks of Douro River in Porto, I encountered an intriguing street performer – seemingly unknown to many – clad in minimal attire, with a bohemian appearance, and wielding a weathered guitar. His casual, unbothered demeanor and the heartfelt lyrics of a beautiful, possibly obscure Spanish ballad, carried…
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Today, I took a walk along my usual cycling trail, pausing at Mario Cicci’s bench, who apparently had “A life well lived.” With a large cappuccino warming me, I strolled ahead slowly under the gentle November sky. After a good 40-minute walk and a spirited internal dialogue, I realized I lost my sunglasses. As I…
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The fear of chaos is universal, yet there will always be individuals destined to navigate through it, willingly or not. It’s an inevitable journey for some, driven by an inner calling that has murmured to them throughout their lives—a whisper, a sense that they might diverge from the norm in certain aspects, a lingering belief…
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The earth turned to bring us closer, it spun on itself and within us,and finally joined us together in this dream as written in the Symposium.Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;time passed in minutes and millennia.An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh arrived in Nebraska. A rooster was singing some distance from…
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Life has undeniably imparted most of us with a valuable lesson that holds the potential to substitute many forms of knowledge. And that lesson is the constant presence of unexplored opportunities, hidden away in some corner, in some dimension, even if we may not initially recognize it.If we can just overcome our instinctive tendencies of…
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Come home. Inside me, you will find yourself. I already know all the answers to the questions I won’t be asking.Come home.Don’t be afraid of the world. Don’t think that you have lost your place in it. Come home.Free of guilt and fears, The hole inside you will be filled with spring.
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As long as I can remember, fall has always held a tapestry of emotions for me. In my youth, it marked the bittersweet transition from carefree summers in the countryside to the rigors of school.I can still picture my cousin Daniela and me, seated on my grandmother’s porch, our eyes welled up with tears as…
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