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"When his eyes are half-open, he emerges from the tight doorway leading out of the apartment; he sees that the sidewalk color and street match the sky's tone. "

By Mauro C. Souza

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"So there I was, walking the paths I walked in my childhood. I look at the houses of friends who have ceased to exist a long time ago. Their images faded like the morning mist. The trees looked bigger than before, and the houses were properly shaped and sized. I was savoring every iconic detail. Each encounter with the shadows, monsters, and objects had moved me in a way almost impossible to describe. Sometimes I found myself smiling so passionately that tears came to my eyes, pure nostalgia."

By Mauro C. Souza

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"Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here."

By Max Ehrmann © 1927

The Writer's Voice

Out in The Shadows Mauro C. Souza
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The Writer’s Voice: Fiction

Audio story: "Out in the Shadows"
By Mauro C. Souza 


"Shadows that do not fade 

From a past that bleeds in my ears | Spreading on the floor of my destiny,"

By Mauro C. Souza
"Life goes away | The past remains | Fog up on the corners | Of memory | No glory"

By Mauro C. Souza
"No, I ain’t gonna ask  for bread | No, I ain’t gonna measure your hand." (Only in English)

By Mauro C. Souza
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