Divindade

O tempo flui e escorre-se pelos dedos, marcando a vida de rasgável memória de dor.

O corpo sofre, avança, transmuta-se e cresce. Perfilando a vida de frente, assumindo os sentimentos,

admitindo derrotas, descobrindo fraquezas, fazendo escolhas e, sobretudo, escolhendo o destino.

A assumpção do auto-poder divino não é passível ao alcance de todos, porém, há quem o o chame a si.

Declaro loucos sãos os seres capazes de interior avanço e vergo as minhas costas, à graça superior.

Looking within

In between days, poetry happens.
In between hours, miracles pop if we know where to look.
In between years, life unfolds reasons to smile in the midst of grief. Growing pains allow beauty to bloom and it helps to trail path finding.
Music is the soundtrack of life. It heals and it keeps us company while we find ourselves within.

Caixa de areia

Viver os dias e encontrá-los grandes. Sorrir só porque, no momento se sente quase junto numa caixa de areia.  Respirar e sentir o momento. O agora. A responsabilidade de servir o outro e a libertação quase total do acessório. 

Só interior importa. A voz perfeita é divina, audível em toda a parte. Ser e não ser. Em toda e qualquer forma. A celestial presença é humana, servil e intensa. Ver com os olhos de sentir. 

Olhar com os sentimentos. O real é mágico, sensível, intuitivo e aberto. Há luzes muito brilhantes mas é na cegueira que sê mais a maior claridade e nitidez a verdadeira forma de ser do mundo. 

The right voice

The right voice
was brought to me
by the wind.
The foam of days
have brought me songs.
It's as peaceful as the
morning breeze,
the kindness of thoughts
or a softness of an honest smile.
It's the hearts' wishes
you are voicing. It's the song
of us you are playing...

You are, to me, life's poetry.

Music

Music

shadows away bad thoughts,

the inappropriate inner voices,

quiets the mind,

releases the heart.

Because the childhood gets unleashed,

our right singing gets voiced,

the words feel accurate

the sound is fluide

and

the soul gets healed.

Life

In the sand,  i listen to
the Earth's cry.
This song is played all through
the sky.
I look up and see what is
happening inside.
The song is read
with my heart's eye.
In silence, i scream my pains
away
In tears, i face them
so i can heal totally,

one day.

Gardener

You garden
the forsaken flowers
with watery words, silvery silences, heartfelt songs and the
appropriate amount of sunlight.
Hope bearer,
We grow at different paces and directions,
steadily happy
because the musician that was passing by
stopped and cared.