Some nights there are
There are some nights not far
Some nights that come before the nightfall
And the darkness empties the room
And the room
The room
The room in a zoom
Is my heart

Some nights
They come
As blind astronauts
Reaching out for some gravity
Begging humanity to the…

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My family has the tradition of spending the first day of the year near the sea. Obviously it feels great to go for a healthy walk at the beach after all the extra eating from Christmas and Hogmanay, but there’s more to it. Looking at the immensity of the sea…

Today we are going to talk about how recycled plastic became lighting and the amazing work of Katty Barac.

Work of lightning from One Foot Taller in collaboration with ReFUSE using recycled plastic

One Foot Taller, established in Glasgow in 1995, started out as a product design company specialising in the design and supply of lighting and furniture. Since then it has grown into a specific lighting design and supply business, for home, office and commercial settings. One Foot Taller’s work has been…

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Mr Edwick was
What many would call
Uncapable of dealing with the many complexities of life
And his own spirals

One day
While consuming his daily doses of despair and boredom
Mr Edwick read something about a butterfly
That caught his attention

Later on, coming back to this…

As probably many of you, it is my first Christmas without going home. Memories come to my head every day as the time approaches. I dove into one of them and collected words for this poem.

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Outside the church,
A wide thrilling night.
The smell of fire crackling the wood
Holy sounds from my childhood
The steps of people coming out
Taking their time, not rushing about
Laughs and teeny talks here and there
Waves and smiles from everywhere! …

Portrait of peace

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The dawn
Comes down
Like a tear
The birds tear the sky
The colour is soft and shy
The wind whispers, the leaves fly
And I walk

I know that the days
Always have their own ways
To talk
And that the nights
Have their fights
To take what the days fail to find
But now the gentle silence’s shadow caresses my…

A poem told by the Old Lady, rocking her chair slowly in the tea smelling house.

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The Old Lady sits in her old rocking chair, slowly rocking in her tea smelling house.
A younger friend comes to visit.
The two women have a routine: she’ll kiss the Old Lady 10…

A glimpse of my story through Mariana’s poem.

Eira Pedrinha 2001, “little Maria”

Mariana was born in 1996.
Mariana has
Tremendous big eyes,
Which colour changes to brown,
And yellow
Has a big, blowzy, curly hair
Has an orange cat,
Which is mysteriously blue sometimes
Mariana has

Happiness can,
Grow imagination inside a body…

Maria Barros

passionate writer

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