Come Home

This is a book with color of filigree, tea perfume and essence of morning of light, which invites for the outside and shares the hot tears on the pillow, shed for a life that makes sense. A book for every woman tired of wrong choices, the madness of those times - crowded streets and empty hearts - and the distance that separates her from the people and places she loves. Before each of the twenty chapters, twenty women like us will take us on a pilgrimage inside their joys...
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This is a book with color of filigree, tea perfume and essence of morning of light, which invites for the outside and shares the hot tears on the pillow, shed for a life that makes sense.
A book for every woman tired of wrong choices, the madness of those times - crowded streets and empty hearts - and the distance that separates her from the people and places she loves.
Before each of the twenty chapters, twenty women like us will take us on a pilgrimage inside their joys and sorrows. This banquet, served in heated kitchens, rescues simplicity and time to taste miracles, from a window open to full life.
Each lesson will come to question and destroy the architectures of deception that this world has imposed on us and that our ego has obeyed to year after year. And each page will give us the chance to draw another mode of living.
Welcome home, to the rustle of dragonfly wings, to the laughter of children, to the visit in the middle of the afternoon and to the long-forgotten heat!
This requiem suggests with love that you do not waste any sound, no symphony that awaits.
When so many appeals prevent the return of fullness, a song sounds saying: "Don't listen!" The inconvenient calls of the world will dissipate as soon as you fail to attend to each of them, as the lackey does in the direction of the false tyrannical cry.
In the middle of traffic, running over and being run over, we are unaware of when it was the last time we separated for us. However, the start of a life change can come from a simple coffee break.
After so many years of subservient concession to a life without much fertility, the mind may charge the price of habit and fight the right to stop. However, these satanic lies can be disarticulated by the power of God.
We have the right to the pause, to the rain, to the birds.