The Little House without Windows
A Casinha sem Janelas
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The Little House without Windows touches upon feelings that most of us will have in our lifetimes. The author writes about uncertainty, fear, confusion and heartbreak. Throughout the poems, one can feel the "child's" disbelief about what is happening because she is sure there is love waiting for her, and she is determined to share the love in her soul with a true friend.
Despair can be felt in the verses of "Tears scratch my face":
Tears scratch my face
They hurt with their
awful sound
The silence hurts my head
My hands protect me from
that brutal noise
Which takes my life and ends it.
I sleep numb,
Surrounded
by the cold warmth
of
nothing.
The poems are raw with feeling as in the last words of "A LIFETIME":
I sing for whom?
No one to hear
The future's clear
What lies ahead?
It's me. I'm dead.
There's encouragement and positive thinking in:
When a door slams in your face, shrug and keep going.
Remember things will be better as soon as someone
opens up a smile,
even if that someone is you!
The suffering ends when she writes:
"Long enough
is when it hurts too much."
She wipes her eyes to see life waiting. The sunlight upon her reminds her of her worth. Loving animals and nature have comforted her. Now she carries the gift she has in her soul. With her eyes open, she dreams that she is going to make it. Love is the gift she will share with that someone she has always loved and that she is sure she will find walking through life.
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About the Book
The Little House without Windows, a book for adults of all ages, is a collection of poems that are raw with feeling. The author writes in a way that you can feel the pain of someone who got "kicked in the soul" but persevered in her belief that love is a gift to be shared.
The words are about "a girl who lived a dream, laughed and danced, sang and cried, loved and smiled. The child grew to learn that some truths were lies - yet, survived. The girl fell asleep in a little house without windows and awoke to - life."
When the 'girl' wipes her eyes to see the sun shining, she smiles and knows she will find more flowers, sunlight and a friend with whom to share the gift of love she has always carried in her soul.
About the Author
Cuqui had originally written poetry in English, Portuguese and Spanish.
From the time she was small, she loved dogs and enjoyed singing and dancing many styles of music. Before becoming a published author, she had done amateur theater and taken both voice and ballroom dancing lessons in Rio de Janeiro.