«A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world. / Uma única rosa pode ser meu jardim… um único amigo, meu mundo.» - Leo Buscaglia
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- Paula
- Born in Mozambique, she grew up in South Africa and has travelled widely, both as a student and a teacher of English as a Foreign Language. Nasceu em Moçambique, cresceu na África do Sul e tem viajado extensamente, tanto como estudante como professora de Inglês como língua estrangeira.
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For O. M. - Thanks for your support Lights out. It was time for some shuteye. Sophia's eyes felt heavy, very heavy, and her ...
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You've been gathered here today to help me bury my kite. Unfortunately, I'm the only one here – not him. Not because he couldn...
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Haiku baffle me, I must confess. And how does the «cutting word» really work anyway? Even after these two humble attempts, I'm not quit...
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There is a story that needs to be told. It happened once upon a time, not so long ago that it could have been forgotten, but to...
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Once upon a time there was a pretty ballerina who lived in a music box. For a long time she was happy. Every day a dear friend...
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It's been so long since I've sat down to write something, anything...anything at all, that I don't know how well this reflection...
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Deixem-me contar como esta coroa passou a fazer parte da herança da minha família. Há muitos, muitos anos, a minha ...
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