Category Archives: In Flow

A Couple of Legs

Broken heart for another side, another sight, another bike falling from my being into his long and strong legs… Maybe it was his sweet eyes, his pure love for life, his sensual body moving through the road… Maybe it was … Continue reading

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Vida e Movimento

Parque Central – Santo André, São Paulo. Junho de 2017. Foto: Ana Villas Boas  Apressa-te a viver bem e pensa que cada dia é, por si só, uma vida. (Seneca) Correr pelas manhãs de final de outono e início do … Continue reading

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About Flow, Senses, Writing – part IV

Flying between France and Spain. Photo by Ana Villas Boas. April, 2017. “Everything that you see needs to destroy of the attempt to define yourself. Every definitions only talk about your body and expressions” I am that – Sri Nisagadatta … Continue reading

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Moving Senses

Marseille. April, 2017. Photo by Ana Villas Boas The time has stopped over the whole body on listening to the sound of Marseille sea. Bright, seaweed, lights in a blue green waves come so close and bring foam, sand, rocks, … Continue reading

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Landscape I – the pilgrimage

La Romieu, France. Photo by Ana Villas Boas, April, 2017. Travelling beyond the alive senses in a body wind on the face… memories of another time… the ground’s sounds that vibrate and light up the pulsate life of a world … Continue reading

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Feel

The air… my body falling diving in the ocean of dreams waves over waves of tears dissolved in my being which cry and smile in intense existence in endless desire for the other body beside his presence touching my fingers … Continue reading

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Secret Paradise

Running there, I remember that I am small, fragile, surrendered to the landscape, to the high mountains. Beneath my feet, I feel the strenght of the ground and I can listen to its deep sounds. Crossing the path, the expansion of … Continue reading

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