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Not living in myself I live
Not living in myself I live, she said, praising death as a freeing of the soul, bounded in our body. I die because I do not die, she said. And in this daily death, she found the greatest bright of Life.
At the entrance of the convent of Saint Teresa, in Avila, it seems as if the tree reflects her poem, wanting to go to the heavens, from the more earthly convent.
Live poetry.
Vivo sin vivir en mi
Silence from the past
Lisbon is not a noisy city. But, it may give that impression when one enters this place, these ruins of the Carmo Convent. Suddenly silence is created. What you only hear is one or two birds flying around. All else disappears. And this silence gets inside while walking along the nave.
Even in ruins, one gets peace out of it.
