On Brothers, Journeys, and Faith Beyond that corner, beyond my neighborhood, besides my town and roads abroad, even above these clouds...

Praise In cathedrals and churches, abbeys and convents; in the small chapels on the top of the mountains; in pilgrimages and spiritual...

The Missed Deadline The magazine my wife reads has launched, by the Mother’s Month, a writing contest. A married woman should report...

A Matter Of Color I am proud of my generation. I came from a past that must only be seen in its black and white. Current bright colors...

Witness of the Past We were seven and went to sleep, every night, always at the same time. Father, mother, three sons and two daughters....

A Poem by Edilson Ferreira: The Voice Within- There is a voice that never stops speaking, no one hears it, but me. It talks to me wherever I

Past Revisited I have a past that is so mine and no one else’s. They have no notion of misdeeds, even many sins I have perpetrated in it....

Hope Who will write my life? Who will weigh my sins and all the good perhaps I have had?Who will pardon me for having existed for so long, h

"And one of the elders saith unto me, Weep not: behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, hath prevailed to open the...

Uncertainties How long more I will be supported as I have been? Where else I will find more solace, healing and a bit of the true...

Eating Pain From so long, I have been affected by heavy lots of pain and sufferings, as if a fee were due to being alive. Sometimes I...