Three acre

All springs are the same and different. Different because each year that your eyes pass have aged three hundred and sixty-one days. The same because the breeze, colour, aroma and light of this moment were repeated last year and the previous one and will be repeated next year and the next.

At home without mask

It´s not uncommon to hear stories like the one told by Ian Jack. Very often cases similar to what seems to be happened to his great grandmother are heard. And I say it happened to her great grandmother because it was really she who suffered it.

Truant student

I am ashamed that some teenagers will be ahead of those of us who already have an age, and we have also been responsible for "blackening" the future of these generations. What's going on?

Os Blumthal

God, how many people are disapointed with comunism! The Portuguese newspaper number 10513  (Público 03/02/2019) reproduces an interview between the journalist João Ruela Ribeiro and the writer of the book Os Blumthal, about one Estonian family.

Dear Fran,

 my painting teacher has de habit of putting some music on classes and has the skill to choose the one we like to all. It is usually a music that helps us to concentrate on what we are doing and enjoy, at the same time of two arts, or rather, in the art of music, because among all the classmates that we are in the workshop, we cannot say that what we do is art.

Epilogue

From the first words I warned you that reading the first three or four paragraphs you would have enough, curious reader. Do you remember the beginning of everything? 

Serins

Fran, dear Fran,

It is time of serins. The last days of January are involved in the joyful and unstoppable song of these little finches. Serins, as we call them —you call them chamarines, which apparently is a word that comes from Portuguese language— are little birds of a green similar to the wild canary and a little smaller than this one.