I tumbled down through a tumultuous abyss, starry sky, and landed on a broad, sandy plain. 

“A alma é a fonte de todas as ideias e sentimentos,” he said, lowering his cangaceiro* hat. “

For the soul, time has no meaning, eternity is more a oneness of perpetual being, not an infinite number of moments stacked on top of one another.

The soul is the source of all ideas and feelings.

*Brazilian badlands cowboy

-excerpt from “Brazil Awaken“