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Here you can find information to help publishing a book with the purpose to help people. This is a book for a full life, in which socializing at the table is possible even for those with health limitations. It contains adaptations of instruments to make possible the cooking even for people whose hands shake. "A Dream Kitchen" allows us to keep the memory of the creator of the concept and author, André Mendes, according to what was his will, as he confided it to his friend Rui. Sadly, André passed away in 2019, having lived several years of his life with multiple sclerosis and depression, never giving up on his dreams. He was an intelligent and courageous man who always faced life with a full heart. The eventual profits are to help those who fight against this disease, that is, the Portuguese Society of Multiple Sclerosis. In addition, although the book has the inclusive mission of bringing everyone to the table without the disease limiting its potential, it also appeals to th...

Here you can find information to help publishing a book with the purpose to help people. This is a book for a full life, in which socializing at the table is possible even for those with health limitations. It contains adaptations of instruments to make possible the cooking even for people whose hands shake. "A Dream Kitchen" allows us to keep the memory of the creator of the concept and author, André Mendes, according to what was his will, as he confided it to his friend Rui. Sadly, André passed away in 2019, having lived several years of his life with multiple sclerosis and depression, never giving up on his dreams. He was an intelligent and courageous man who always faced life with a full heart. The eventual profits are to help those who fight against this disease, that is, the Portuguese Society of Multiple Sclerosis. In addition, although the book has the inclusive mission of bringing everyone to the table without the disease limiting its potential, it also appeals to th...

Here you can find information to help publishing a book with the purpose to help people. This is a book for a full life, in which socializing at the table is possible even for those with health limitations. It contains adaptations of instruments to make possible the cooking even for people whose hands shake. "A Dream Kitchen" allows us to keep the memory of the creator of the concept and author, André Mendes, according to what was his will, as he confided it to his friend Rui. Sadly, André passed away in 2019, having lived several years of his life with multiple sclerosis and depression, never giving up on his dreams. He was an intelligent and courageous man who always faced life with a full heart. The eventual profits are to help those who fight against this disease, that is, the Portuguese Society of Multiple Sclerosis. In addition, although the book has the inclusive mission of bringing everyone to the table without the disease limiting its potential, it also appeals to th...

When thinking about nature and Emily I found this poem where hope "has feathers". This Spring... Emily Dickinson a naturalistic poet...   “Hope” is the thing with feathers   “Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.   Source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42889/hope-is-the-thing-with-feathers-314   Enjoy.  

When thinking about nature and Emily I found this poem where hope "has feathers". This Spring... Emily Dickinson a naturalistic poet...   “Hope” is the thing with feathers   “Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.   Source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42889/hope-is-the-thing-with-feathers-314   Enjoy.  

When thinking about nature and Emily I found this poem where hope "has feathers". This Spring... Emily Dickinson a naturalistic poet...   “Hope” is the thing with feathers   “Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.   Source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42889/hope-is-the-thing-with-feathers-314   Enjoy.  

Today we share this website about pollution in oceans, due to plastics disposals. OceanCare: Plastic pollution - the long lasting problem   Enjoy.  

Today we share this website about pollution in oceans, due to plastics disposals. OceanCare: Plastic pollution - the long lasting problem   Enjoy.  

Today we share this website about pollution in oceans, due to plastics disposals. OceanCare: Plastic pollution - the long lasting problem   Enjoy.  

Today a new poem, about plants, strenght, abstraction. "Plants" by Nélio José (Nampula - Mozambique)   The birthing arrived, the life’s embryo, And then the plant, strength, reborn again. It grows and hovers, among nations, in Africa, As a synonym for abstract wealth, it is eternalized. The earth’s promise, green as ever, Always bright, in the sun that fills in the sky. Beautiful as caressing rains, Plants, the eternal seal that Africa inherits and guides.   The original in Portuguese: Plants Veio o nascer, o embrião da vida, E depois a planta, vigor renascido. Cresce e paira, entre nações, na África, Eterniza-se como sinônimo de riqueza abstrata. Verdes como nunca, a promessa da terra, Brilhantes sempre, no sol que encerra. Bonitas feito chuvas que acariciam, Plantas, o eterno selo que a África herda e guia   Enjoy.

Today a new poem, about plants, strenght, abstraction. "Plants" by Nélio José (Nampula - Mozambique)   The birthing arrived, the life’s embryo, And then the plant, strength, reborn again. It grows and hovers, among nations, in Africa, As a synonym for abstract wealth, it is eternalized. The earth’s promise, green as ever, Always bright, in the sun that fills in the sky. Beautiful as caressing rains, Plants, the eternal seal that Africa inherits and guides.   The original in Portuguese: Plants Veio o nascer, o embrião da vida, E depois a planta, vigor renascido. Cresce e paira, entre nações, na África, Eterniza-se como sinônimo de riqueza abstrata. Verdes como nunca, a promessa da terra, Brilhantes sempre, no sol que encerra. Bonitas feito chuvas que acariciam, Plantas, o eterno selo que a África herda e guia   Enjoy.

Today a new poem, about plants, strenght, abstraction. "Plants" by Nélio José (Nampula - Mozambique)   The birthing arrived, the life’s embryo, And then the plant, strength, reborn again. It grows and hovers, among nations, in Africa, As a synonym for abstract wealth, it is eternalized. The earth’s promise, green as ever, Always bright, in the sun that fills in the sky. Beautiful as caressing rains, Plants, the eternal seal that Africa inherits and guides.   The original in Portuguese: Plants Veio o nascer, o embrião da vida, E depois a planta, vigor renascido. Cresce e paira, entre nações, na África, Eterniza-se como sinônimo de riqueza abstrata. Verdes como nunca, a promessa da terra, Brilhantes sempre, no sol que encerra. Bonitas feito chuvas que acariciam, Plantas, o eterno selo que a África herda e guia   Enjoy.

Today we share the recent news about floods in Brazil: https://reliefweb.int/report/brazil/brazil-severe-weather-and-floods-update-media-inmet-echo-daily-flash-01-march-2024   Also, we share a poem translated from Portuguese to English.   " I'm a hodgepodge of nothing " by Diogo Esteves (Portugal)   I'm a hodgepodge of nothing You are my root my very torso you, my continent dissatisfied my origin the birthing land, that never had two pennies to rub together, a starting point of a little evolved evolution of one life that enslaves me by a colour, devours, demonizes and at the farewell time of the big road of the existence only you, my great mother take me hand in hand out of the garden where I sinned. I am black, I'm blue I am red I am a mirror of who I am I am your fruit that since childhood wants to return to the womb made with tribal music within the bowels of omnipresent blackness that dyes my blood. I am Africa or I am nothing!   Original in Portuguese: Sou um...

Today we share the recent news about floods in Brazil: https://reliefweb.int/report/brazil/brazil-severe-weather-and-floods-update-media-inmet-echo-daily-flash-01-march-2024   Also, we share a poem translated from Portuguese to English.   " I'm a hodgepodge of nothing " by Diogo Esteves (Portugal)   I'm a hodgepodge of nothing You are my root my very torso you, my continent dissatisfied my origin the birthing land, that never had two pennies to rub together, a starting point of a little evolved evolution of one life that enslaves me by a colour, devours, demonizes and at the farewell time of the big road of the existence only you, my great mother take me hand in hand out of the garden where I sinned. I am black, I'm blue I am red I am a mirror of who I am I am your fruit that since childhood wants to return to the womb made with tribal music within the bowels of omnipresent blackness that dyes my blood. I am Africa or I am nothing!   Original in Portuguese: Sou um...

Today we share the recent news about floods in Brazil: https://reliefweb.int/report/brazil/brazil-severe-weather-and-floods-update-media-inmet-echo-daily-flash-01-march-2024   Also, we share a poem translated from Portuguese to English.   " I'm a hodgepodge of nothing " by Diogo Esteves (Portugal)   I'm a hodgepodge of nothing You are my root my very torso you, my continent dissatisfied my origin the birthing land, that never had two pennies to rub together, a starting point of a little evolved evolution of one life that enslaves me by a colour, devours, demonizes and at the farewell time of the big road of the existence only you, my great mother take me hand in hand out of the garden where I sinned. I am black, I'm blue I am red I am a mirror of who I am I am your fruit that since childhood wants to return to the womb made with tribal music within the bowels of omnipresent blackness that dyes my blood. I am Africa or I am nothing!   Original in Portuguese: Sou um...