Isidora & The Boy Who Lived

In the longer-than-necessary The Order of the Phoenix, Harry asks Luna why are they the only ones who can see Thestrals, a species of skeleton-like winged horses that everyone else deems invisible. "They can only be seen by people who've seen death,” she replies. This little sentence sums up what I see as the special … Continue reading Isidora & The Boy Who Lived

Isidora & Prose

I am a painfully   s l o w    writer of prose and soaringwriterofverse. To my mind prose is convention & norm, poetry free form. In a poem, you can cut sentences in half wherever you wish and pile them up together in whatever              shape            you         want You could never have that with prose.

antigas e eternas crises de fé

Como o antepassado milenar, duvido por não ver. Há todo um sistema que fui descobrindo/criando/fixando para responder a comos e porquês. E que agora vacila. Porque uma ascensão - de acordo com os pilares - implicaria pôr os pés nas águas, na esperança de conseguir andar sobre elas. Aquilo que sinto ser verdade pede-me que … Continue reading antigas e eternas crises de fé