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Memória Afetiva

Memória afetiva, um tesouro, de momentos e emoções guardados.

Que evocam sentimentos profundos,

e trazem de volta o passado.

São lembranças de amor e carinho,

de momentos felizes e compartilhados,

que permanecem vivas na mente e são revividas com nostalgia.

A memória afetiva é um elo,

entre o passado e o presente,

que nos permite reviver.

Momentos que nunca esqueceremos.

Ela nos faz sentir,

conectados às pessoas e aos lugares,

e nos ajuda a entender,

a importância das relações humanas.

Tenho grandes recordações dessas memórias, em casa de minha avó e da minha mãe.

E na cozinha, para mim, espaço Sagrado, essas memórias e relações se faziam espontaneamente.

Na cozinha, onde o fogo arde, um espaço sagrado, onde o amor se guarda.

Os aromas se misturam, se cruzam, e o sabor dos pratos, a alma embala.

As panelas cantam, as facas dançam,

os ingredientes se unem, se abraçam.

O cheiro do pão, a fragrância do café,

um ritual sagrado, que a alma não esquece.

A cozinha é um templo, onde se prepara,

o alimento do corpo, e da alma se repara.

Um espaço de amor, de cuidado e de arte,

onde a comida é um presente, que se reparte.

Na cozinha, onde o amor se faz, um espaço sagrado, onde a alma se aplaca.

Um lugar de encontro, de compartilhamento,

onde a comida é um símbolo, de amor e de sentimento.

E uma das lembranças presentes até hoje é o doce de Mamão que minha mãe fazia. Ainda hoje é um Cheiro e Gosto de Lembranças.

Doce de mamão, cheiro de lembranças.

Um aroma que me transporta,

para momentos felizes do passado, quando a vida era doce e simples no campo.

Lembro-me da minha mãe,

fazendo doce de mamão em casa, com amor e carinho.

E o cheiro que se espalhava pelo ar....

O doce de mamão é mais que um doce, é uma lembrança afetiva,

que me faz sentir, conectada à minha infância e à minha família.

Quando sinto o cheiro do doce de mamão,

ei sou levada de volta, aos...

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