There are people who are born different, inadequate to the rest of the world. They are strange, misfit people who look to the sky, who see the beauty in the dry branches, who see life in the smallest places.

They dream about being birds, they idolize the sun and see each day as an infinite possibility.

It is with those strange person’s eyes that I observe the unassuming wheat field near my house.

The simple contrasting poetry between the sky and the earth plays a beautiful harmony.

The life’s capability to renovate every day, like the unending cycle of the seasons.

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Texto escrito por  Ana Gabriele Borques Pinheiro, acadêmica do curso de Letras Português, Inglês e Respectivas Literaturas.