Uma mulher sonha com um jardim de flores coloridas, mas as ervas daninhas sempre tomam conta - até que ela aprende o poder de cuidar não apenas do solo, mas de seus pensamentos. Uma metáfora gentil para padrões mentais e a escolha de cultivar o que queremos que cresça.

Sometimes, what we see withering before our eyes is just the echo of an invisible wound... A story about roots, memories, and true healing.

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A legend says that at the entrance to heaven stands an imposing figure known as the Guardian of Scars. His body is covered in marks that...

Our life today is the result of the doors we've already opened, the answers we've already found, the traditions we've followed and the...

There is a mysterious dance in which we all take part, a choreography between our deepest desires and the unpredictability of fate. We...

My feet set foot on Bahia's soil almost a decade later, soil that witnessed my birth as a wife and mother. And which now bear witness to...