As they moved closer

and she felt her breath

swoosh said the wind,

swash said the waves.


You’re so brave she said

You’re so brave.


As they touched

And she felt the embrace

Squeeze said the hug,

Smack said the kiss.


You’re so brave she said

You’re so brave.


So there they were

Bound together for eternity.

You’re so brave she said

You’re so brave.


Small Wonders by Thaís


Let me tell you a story…

Once upon a time a young woman felt totally lost in life. She was in a different kingdom, away from home, friends and family, feeling left out of society, not fitting in. She always felt different from everyone else, but couldn’t put a finger on what it was. One thing she knew for sure: she was creative, and felt the need to express that in order to feel at peace.

In this new land, she didn’t have a place. Although she was married to a charming and loving knight, she wasn’t good enough to fulfill the traditional role of being a wife. She didn’t like taking care of their house and she couldn’t find work because all the villagers thought her to be very strange. Some even dared to call her a witch!

So in the middle of this misfortune, she decided to get closer to her origins by carrying some of her lost family traditions, crafts she had learned when she was but a child. She had been crafting magical objects fueled by the love of her family all those years ago, when a dark being somehow took the magic away from her. But now, reaching rock-bottom, she was finally able to see the truth: the magic had been inside her the whole time, she only needed to believe in it!

Today, this young woman has embraced the label of being a witch and has as her life mission giving the world the opportunity of taking a piece of her enchanted childhood with them, experiencing the magic for themselves through the Small Wonders she crafts. Her name is Thaís.

And she is me.

Hi! My name is Thaís and I love creating Small Wonders for my costumers. I Have been doing handicraft projects since I was about 10 years old, which means I have now 15 years of experience doing all the items you can find in the store. I originally come from Brazil, but now live different adventures in Copenhagen, Denmark.

I hope you enjoyed reading this little tale! Visit my shop at SmallWondersByThais.

A dance of freedom

This bird is a jerk!

Flying around

flapping its wings

through the sky…


This bird is a jerk!

Eating pinaples for breakfast,

bananas for lunch

as its plate, a plant.


This bird is a jerk!

Showing off its feathers,

light as the air,

in a dance of freedom

we cannot deny.


We have our computers

our bottles, a glass

always half empty

while watching the birds…


This bird is a jerk!

A lingering butt

Edith woke up with a lingering pain in her butt. It was the fourth day in a row she felt something on that spot. She had tried a few different tricks she learned from her mother that always worked miraculously when she was growing up.

At first, she thought it was a mosquito bite and just tried not to scratch it. The following day it seemed to be bigger with a noticeable hole in the middle and she did the obvious keep-it-clean plus Band-Aid. No luck. When she woke up once more to find it even worse and after spending the whole morning going through some drawers, she finally found and used the old MMM: mommy mystery medicine.

But with Edith’s luck, of course by the end of the day the one cheek of her butt was twice the size of the healthy one and all around the now even larger hole, it was almost black. In a very desperate doctors visit she learned the infection was on the verge of giving her tetanus, but treatment would take only a week since it was caught early.

Now lying in bed, still half asleep and with a lingering butt, she remembered the cause of the wound: she had sat on an old nail that fell from the wall onto the couch.

We stand

“They kissed good bye.”

Pencil breaks.

“They kissed good bye. Life does that sometimes, you know. You love more than you think capable, but the end is near.”

Sips a chocolate liquor.

“Yes, the end is near. Near sometimes takes forever, sometimes not.”

Reflects on endings… doesn’t accept it has already come. Scratching head. Small sip. Re-reads.

“This time, near has already passed, faster than thought possible. In fact, near has come and gone so fast that it all just feels like a dream: it took forever while happening, but passed in the blink of an eye after gone. That’s how ending love feels. No matter when, it’s always like a lifetime or a second ago. But that’s love, you know?

Your heart gets broken. Yes, every single time. One way or the other, at least.”

Feels like another sip. Needs something else with it.

“It comes and goes as it pleases. Doesn’t respect time, age, color, religion or the like. It devastates. Like a tsunami. Heavy. Destructive. Beautiful. Unique. Every time unique. That’s difficult to understand.”

Turns on the heat. Sharpens pencil. Too much, it broke. Closes the curtains. No light can come in anymore, no judgment. Order of things was actually different.

Pours half of the last can of beer. Familiar smell, now with a whole new purpose. Looks at drinks… sighs. Sipping, we can do it.

“It can be destructive, alright. Something made to be so beautiful, with such dreadful characteristics. Something with such pure intentions and poor judgment. Something so…”

Has no clue of how to finish sentence. Sips are no longer counted.

“Gifts. People. Moments. All that is desired is… it doesn’t matter. Desire does not leave the imagination, anyway.

Desire of the new, exciting, refreshing, revitalizing. Desire leads you nowhere. If somewhere, to the doom.

Desire of happiness: the most dangerous of all! It affects your partner, children, parents, closest friends and most fierce enemies. Desire kills you.

Hope kills you.

But hope is something else entirely.

Talk about drugs!

What’s fashion takes you places. To the bad or to the good. What’s fashion saves you.

If you live your true self, must you succumb to desire, passion, hope… must you succumb to life itself. For life is no more than a dream, and a dream is no more than the possibility of life.”

Reflects upon things written.

“Tears rejoice, for tears rinse. Suffering evaporates, though a salt bond is formed forever. Tears hurt.

The breath is but an attempt to stand over what’s happened. Such doing is believed impossible, as time only progresses. Where do we stand, then?

We stand in he arms of a loved one, in the words of kindness, in the hope of a better future, in the vain words of a failed poet, in the hidden feelings of a successful figure, in the infinite spaces between the universes; we stand tall.

We stand after others have fallen around us, we stand on top of mountains conquered, we stand for what’s right, just; we stand for the possibility of error. We stand against hypocrisy, after all aren’t we all just products of our own nature? We stand for the right of being human, for the humanity of being us. We stand for ourselves, we stand for each other. We stand.

May the most harsh of winters and the most burning of summers, may the spring flourish what should stay and the autumn take what’s done – may them win against what’s human, but may humanity be it’s purest.

Shall we fall before what’s handed, may that be brave. Shall we die upon disease, may that be in our most perfect health. Shall the world beat us, may that be after we have beaten the world.”


Get the juices flowing
get the flowing juices
feel the breeze that kisses
lovely lips that seal

Feel the wind that
flowing through life
shakes the trees
though routed stand

Sense doesn’t make

Love doesn’t add

Half full, half empty
cups, doesn’t matter
nothing counts.
Everything counts!

Fuch the grammar
fuch the spelling
fuck the sick society.

Fuck the false premises
fuck the afterlife
fuck the asshole at the end of the rainbow

Life for those who fuck;
life fuck those who for
an empty nest return
a lovely lie…
not a lie;

Good bye


O céu

A cada respiro, um obstáculo.
Julgamentos limítrofes
Cansaço frustrado.

Coração bate como ferida
que lateja dolorosa.

Para todos os lados
A vista é cerca
Para baixo
A vista é corrente
Para cima… ah!
Para cima a vista é céu!

É céu que as vezes
É céu que as vezes
É céu.

Quem carrega a chave
É sempre prisioneiro
Pois liberdade

Como deixar pra trás
o Éden prometido
de campos verdejantes
e fresca água
cercado de amor farpado
e preso de falsa liberdade?

Tentadora a ideia
de uma vida ilusória.
Mas ah!, o céu…

Quem me dera um dia
minhas asas enfeitadas de coragem
pudessem se abrir e conhecer
o céu.

Qualquer coisa!

Corria mais que imaginava ser humanamente possível. À direita o muro mais alto que já vira, à esquerda o perfume mais doce. O contraste era perturbadoramente maravilhoso, enchia meus sentidos com certezas que despertavam a curiosidade de ser incerto. Cada falha no cimento me remetia à imagem de uma pétala que exalava o perfume. Na verdade, os olhos não alcançavam as flores. Mas meu olfato apalpava cada fibra e percebia cada vibração que formava as diversas cores cintilantes. O pólem enchia meus ouvidos e o cimento meus pulmões, numa sintonia que cantarolava o ninar de minha mãe.

Embalado por essa sinfonia misteriosa, corria. O tempo parecia não existir apesar de ser o propulsor das minhas pernas. Não as sentia. Me vi na beira de um precipício gramado, o muro continuava e o perfume se intensificava. As pernas, estáticas. Precisava continuar. O único caminho aparente era um arbusto de espinhos.

Cordas aveludadas de cetim emaranhadas entre si emanavam espinhos de luz e fluíam como ondas, suaves e arrebatadoras, atravessando o abismo do oculto com graça. Era tentadoramente deliciosa a ideia de surfar em sua crista, mas o perigo era iminente. Eu temia. Temia me apegar demais àquela dualidade encantadora. Cedi.

No primeiro passo já consegui sentir o êxtase do fogo que ardia e aliviava ao mesmo tempo. Seu fogo era mais quente que mil sóis e purificava o ar enquanto queimava. Uma brisa fresca também brigava por espaço, incitando as chamas e curando as queimaduras.

Tudo apagou. Acordei.