Different Devils

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Karla 

Pumpkins don't have to be orange

   The pumpkin is the older brother of the apple.

Corina Abdulahm Negura

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Karla

Cururu

The toad has indeed no superior as a destroyer of noxious insects, and he possesses no bad habits and is entirely inoffensive himself, every owner of a garden should treat him with utmost hospitality.

Celia Thaxter

"Sapo Cururu ' is a traditional Brazilian folk song. We still lull our children, singing this song or we sing "Sapo Cururu " in kindergartens with our students.  Cururu ( Kururu) is an indiginous word. It belongs to Tupi-Guarani which was the language spoken by our indigenous people  here during and even after our colonization by Portugal and it means " toad". In the 18th century, the Marquis of Pombal banned the use of indigenous languages ​​in Brazil (through the laws of 1758/1759), mandating the exclusive use of Portuguese and causing Old Tupi to fall into disuse because our people still spoke Tupi-Guarani,, not Portuguese. However, Tupi-Guarani left a profound mark on Brazilian Portuguese, especially in the names of cities, rivers, plants, and animals (such as Ipanema, remember the song?)

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Karla

Light x Shadow

Human beings carry both light and shadow, and the struggle between good and bad is eternal. Only you can make a choice and decide which path is the best one for you. 

"'Deus e o Diabo é que guiam, mais ninguém!

Todos tiveram pai, todos tiveram mãe;

Mas eu, que nunca principio nem acabo,

Nasci do amor que há entre Deus e o Diabo."

José Régio

I translated the poem but it loses the original rhymes and rhythm in English. However, the meaning was kept. José Régio is from Portugal.

"God and the Devil are the ones who guide—no one else! 

Everyone had a father, everyone had a mother; 

But I, who have neither beginning nor end, Was born of the love between God and the Devil."

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Karla

Faerie

   

“Come away O human child

to the waters and the wild

with a faerie hand in hand

for the world’s more full of weeping

than you can understand”

~W.B. Yeats, The Stolen Child

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Karla 

 

Are we?

 

By the late twentieth century, our time, a mythic time, we are all chimeras, theorized and fabricated hybrids of machine and organism; in short, we are cyborgs.” 

Donna J. Haraway

Are we?

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Karla