Archive for August, 2017

  1. The bridge to happiness

    I and the Old Man, as we affectionately called the dean of the Order, were arriving at the monastery after a trip when we were approached by a young man at the gate, who politely asked the monk for two minutes of his time. As if he did not know tiredness, the Old Man invited the […]

  2. Dracula and the myth of immortality

    When I got there, the shop of Loureiro, the shoemaker who loved books and wines, was closed. Philosophy and red were his favorites. So, I went to a cozy tavern nearby, where my friend used to go for a glass before heading home. I was lucky. He was there, seated on a comfortable armchair next […]

  3. A free spirit

    Starry Song, the shaman who had the gift of sowing his people’s philosophy through the word, in chant or otherwise, was talking to a niece of his at a table outdoors, under a huge, leafy tree. The springtime sun made the body warm and the soul cozy. I saw them from afar. The old man […]

  4. Embracing the shadows

    All disciples of the Order were informed that, shortly, one of us would be consecrated monk in a ceremony only those who were initiated could attend. There was no question in my mind I would be the chosen one. Even though I was not the oldest student, I was the closest to the Old Man, […]