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Big letters

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Sounds, frequencies, words… Great teachers that can change DNA.

Our health is exposed to the power of the word, responsible for changing the genetic codes.

We act as biocomputers, transmitters of information in the form of waves that change the behavior of cells.

If we study the field of linguistics, we note that it is responsible for structuring the language… What we know in each nation and what is artificially created by computers.

So our genetic code shares the same linguistic rules; in expression, form and content.

It’s not for nothing that positive affirmations, mantras and prayers are powerful. The constant repetition of words or phrases acts upon our own health and that of others.

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The wine cup

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Put the letters in the glass. Put the letters in the glass. Silver, silver. A silver cup.

There is wine, delicious and rich, but it is pure and real.

Start calling, to meditate. Awaken the souls of the world. Little by little they are joining.

It sounds, sounds the instrument. It sounds and scatters light to all mankind.

Splashes wine. Splashes. Splashes in the souls of many. In every corner.

They call, they call, they call the wine. Come! Come! Come!

Elegant wine that creates the best stories. Distributor thoughts.

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The Perseids arrived

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They arrived! The Perseids came! Its bright and fleeting light filled the sky with flashes.

People gathered in yards, on sidewalks and rooftops to watch the live show.

They came from all cities and neighborhoods, children, elderly, young and adults, known and unknown, all gathered to watch them.

But this time was different: the capricious protagonists of the evening decided to make sounds in their wake, such as broken and refined crystals, delighting the ears of the listeners who shouted full of ecstasy, astonishment.

The Perseids arrived, illuminating corners, flashing on the tops of the hills, and, as if it was not enough… far away… your look, hitting me like a knife, leaving me naked in the middle of nowhere, loving me as ever, since ever…

They arrived! The Perseids came!

Author: Nathalie Prado
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That is what we are made of…

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The water began to fall in a line… very straight. We began to sing, or at least to launch sounds. Each line caught the letters, emitting with them something like waves… until they fall into the stomach of lovers, of the passionate hearts of the world.

She pushed flashes as cataracts, and we were launching flashes of a word not yet defined, we only know that it touched our hearts. A degree of elevation, strange. Up and down… as expansion of light. Something we couldn´t stop. Passion.

Perhaps we don´t use the most eloquent words, or maybe we are not of those writers who know how to use the letters, but we are certain in one thing, we feel and make you feel, because of that we cannot escape. It is as if we are compounds of what no one couldn´t define, an abstract feeling that only runs the being. We believe that you also understand us. Or you’ll understand.

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