Bienaventuranzas

By Julie Fourel

 

Bel enfant ne pleure pas.
Tu es entouré de rire sincère de cris profond.

Bel enfant ne pleure pas.
Tu es entouré de vie et d’amour.

De l’entraide et de la compréhension dans chaque regard.
De la douleur et du silence dans chaque écart.

Ils savent et se connaissent.Ils vivent ensemble et s’aiment.

Leur famille est la. Tous ensemble ils sont forts.

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Beautiful child, do not cry.
You are surrounded by sincere laughter and deep cries.

Beautiful child, do not cry.
You are surrounded by life and love.

Mutual help and understanding in every look.
Pain and silence in every gap.

They understand and know each other. They live together and love each other.

Their family is there. All together they are strong.

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Asociatión De Las Bienaventuranzas is a home where we welcome the “poorest of the poor” -as Mother Teresa of Calcutta taught us- permanently or temporarily, providing quality of life, affection and love.

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Currently I am volunteering at Asociatión De Las Bienaventuranzas. Every morning I wake up with a smile on my face and an urge to help in whichever way I can because the children are beautiful.

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They currently have 170 children, adolescents, young people, adults and seniors who have been declared abandoned or in the process of protective investigation with physical, psychiatric and/or special education needs.

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With so much work always at hand, places such as this are always open to volunteers with new and thoughtful ideas.

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There is a sense of beauty, magic, and energy when people come together for a common and passionate cause.

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©Julie Fourel, March 2018.

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Pico de Arieiro

By Eleanor Perry

Pico do Arieiro

Exposed
on a ridge overlooking two gullies.
It is good to vacate our
lives and become exposed.
I stand panting at an air so clear
my lungs struggle to grasp its substance;
to realise it.
On my mind is perspective, and how much I have this
Sunday morning.
Ahead, the well worn path stoops upwards
hand charred by midday sun.
I look at the rough crevices above me
and imagine ascending them.
My chalky hands on the rocks,
The chalk of my hands becoming rough with the rocks,
The rocks and the chalk of my mind.

Sitting, now, with this blue pen
I am reminded of some blistering shore bound painted boat
far off in the distance.
Or the clarity of an air above clouds.

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