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Good morning, as the sun begins to rise, Thoughts of you flood my mind, Like a constant flowing river. I thought they would fade, like waters receding, But they return like waves crashing on the shore, Taking me to a place where only God may know, But I hope that it be close to you. I’m not sure if it’s just confusion, But I feel you near in every breath, May the rising sun light your path, And may the love fill your day. Good morning,

 I In the profound depths of our hearts, a compass resides. This compass points us unerringly towards our destined path, steering us to live our intended purpose. Sadly, we often stumble, losing our way, distracted by the cacophonous chatter of those around us. We allow them to seed doubt within us, to plant the thickening fog of fear that clouds our vision, silencing the vibrations of our internal compass. Yet, if we halt for a moment, stilling our thoughts to listen to the subtle voice whispering within, we would discern a divine presence. It persists, softly urging us to pay heed. The voice encourages us to place our trust in the inherent wisdom encased within our own hearts, to discard the encumbering doubts that obscure our inner glisten. In the resounding depths of our hearts resides our compass, radiating like a beacon piercing through the inky dark of night. Place your trust in its guidance, for it unfailingly knows the way. Celia de Morais 

Ah, se apenas tivéssemos a habilidade divina de perscrutar a alma alheia com olhos de Raios-X, quão fascinante poderia ser essa visão! Uma janela para as essências mais sinceras, ocultas sob os disfarces com que frequentemente nos deparamos. Em cada recanto secreto, atrás dos risos radiantes, dos sussurros de paixões fingidas, das intrigas, das expressões de insanidade, dos arrependimentos e desilusões, existe um cosmos inexplorado - um reino de pureza emocional, temerosamente recuando do fulgor da revelação. Imagine a miríade de surpresas e desenganos que nos aguardariam, se pudéssemos mergulhar nas abissais profundidades de cada mente humana. Os olhos - íris iluminadas para a essência da alma, supostamente revelando tudo - expostos ao raio-x, trazem ao de cima alegrias e tristezas, amor e medo, revelados em sua mais crua autenticidade. Numa era onde as palavras se transfiguram facilmente e as ações se encontram envoltas em camadas de ambiguidade, a visão de Raio-X poderia ser a chave...

Nas profundezas imensuráveis de nossos corações, reside uma bússola. Esta bússola nos aponta infalivelmente para o nosso caminho destinado, nos direcionando a viver o nosso propósito intencionado. Infelizmente, muitas vezes tropeçamos, perdemos o rumo, distraídos pelo barulho ensurdecedor daqueles ao nosso redor. Permitimos que eles semeiem dúvidas dentro de nós, que plantem a densa neblina do medo que turva nossa visão, silenciando as vibrações de nossa bússola interna. No entanto, se pararmos por um momento, silenciando nossos pensamentos para ouvir a voz sutil que sussurra dentro de nós, discerniríamos uma presença divina. Ela persiste, instigando delicadamente que prestemos atenção. A voz nos encoraja a colocar nossa confiança na sabedoria inerente abrigada dentro de nossos próprios corações, a descartar as dúvidas pesadas que obscurecem nosso brilho interior. Nas profundezas ressonantes de nossos corações reside nossa bússola, irradiando como um farol que perfura a escuridão da no...

Oh, if only we possessed sight divine, To see each soul with X-Ray's fine line. What fascination in this sight would be, A window to essences we seldom see. Hidden behind laughter's brilliant surge, Whispered passions on the verge, Intrigues, madness, regrets take flight, An unexplored cosmos comes to light. An emotional realm pure and bright, Grimly retreats from revealing light. Imagine, if only we could delve, Into depths where human minds themselves dwell. Eyes - radiant irises that reveal, Laid bare under X-Ray's steel, Joy and sorrow, love and fear, Unveiled in authenticity so clear. In an age where words and actions wear a mask, The X-Ray vision takes to task. Piercing illusions superficial, Grasping reality's harsh initial. Witnessing an internal strife, Scarred battles from early life, Would we feel pride or shame, In the script of our untold game? Invisible weights upon many a shoulder, A hidden cross that makes them older, Tears unseen behind a smiling trace,...

Our pupils, dark and deep, A gateway to another universe  we keep, A black hole that sucks us in, To a world beyond our skin. As we gaze into the abyss, We feel the pull, the cosmic kiss, Our minds transported to a place, Where time and space have no trace. The stars above, they twinkle bright, A universe of endless light, We float in space, weightless and free, Lost in this new reality. Perhaps our pupils are the key, To unlock this mystery, A portal to a world unknown, A place where we can call our own. So let us peer into the void, And let our imaginations be deployed, For who knows what we may find, In the depths of our own mind. Celia de Morais