O Jardim Esquecido onde Habitam os Sonhos

Somewhere, there is a garden no one tends anymore, yet its flowers keep blooming anyway. Iolanda Serapicos walks its paths in O Jardim Esquecido Onde Habitam os Sonhos and stops at each flower long enough to hear what it has to say. The rose hides its heart behind thorns that guard both pain and tenderness. The sunflower searches for a light that lives inside. The violet stays loyal through the labyrinth of a life, the carnation keeps old friendships alive, and the camellia holds to the path of virtue. Each poem pairs a single flower with a single question, and Serapicos answers in the old language of gardens, where every bloom carries a meaning. The lily offers the clean start of a new beginning. The orchid makes the case for being unlike anyone else. The tulip holds strength and elegance in balance, the jasmine awakens the senses, and the narcissus looks into its own reflection to find the self within. The dahlia becomes someone new, the peony gives shape to desire, the lotus grows toward the spirit, and the hibiscus says out loud what passion usually keeps quiet. Some of those meanings are gentle, like the calm of lavender or chamomile's long tradition of healing. Others ask more of the reader. The chrysanthemum makes peace with the cycle of life. The cherry blossom is beautiful and brief. The poppy offers the soul its rest. Read it one flower at a time, or open it anywhere and let a single poem keep you company for an afternoon. It is a book about what fades and about what we choose to keep.