I live in João Pessoa, very close to the sea. It is a place where the breeze is always present. That’s why every day, when I wake up, I open the window of my room and let it in to renew everything. When I was a child, my grandmothers taught me that the breeze blows in our ears to say that we are alive, that we have to dream, believe in our desires and not give up trying to realise them. And it has been like that… every day!
¿Puede el viento cuchichear en nuestros oídos? ¿Puede el viento enredar el pensamiento?
Brisa, la niña con nombre de viento, cree que sí. Ven a divertirte como ella con la ventolera provocada por Elma en cada página de este libro.
