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November 1, 2026I was born on a Wednesday. A fine drizzle was falling—one of those that covers the city with an misunderstood melancholy, and the color of…
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I was born on a Wednesday. A fine drizzle was falling—one of those that covers the city with an misunderstood melancholy, and the color of…
This text overflows with Meraki. I have many capitalist consumer desires. Some can be classified as futile and unnecessary, and I agree. Considering the direction…
“Essa canção é por você – (This song is for you) Que já cansou de escutar – (Who is tired of listening) Esteve vivo sem…
“Fairfarren.” Some words seem to be born already expressing how much we miss someone. The expression became known in the film Alice in Wonderland (2010),…
Sometimes, a text is born from a mistake. It’s been a while now, I was browsing through Spotify when I came across a song called…
When this space was born, I simply called it a blog. Today I am no longer so sure that this word is enough. There is…
July 30. Somewhere in São Tomé and Príncipe, someone starts a new embroidery. In a library in Canada, a group gathers to sew and chat.…
During my undergraduate studies, my professor Dr. Silvia used to start some classes with music. It wasn’t to analyze the melody or figure out who…
Anyone who has studied Library Science knows that classifying is never a simple task. And I had a classification problem that reminded me of my…
Preamble: When this text was written, it worked with an expression that no longer reflects the direction that the Becoming Embroidery project has taken. However,…
People who embroider often have an answer ready, and the vast majority will say it was to occupy their time, but there is a portion…