segunda-feira, março 19, 2012

The human being becoming bird and eternal beyond the clouds... The human who, after writting his future, saw the stars and the lighthouse last night and vanished into the Universe. Because people tend to think they are weaker if they show their feelings. I tell you, today I know we are much stronger when we do it! Shame is not expressing ourselves and giving up! More than shame that is less happiness (not to say sadness). That is wasting a great opportunity of embracing this life. Because you will live more lifes but this one you will live only once, now... 
18 + 3 + 12 = 33

Night came down dark
Fearless I rode through its blind spots
Day awakened foggy
I recharged my hope stores at the gloomy beach
Wind was digging the sand underneath my roots
Waves were dramatically playing the soundtrack
My pulse was the maestro setting the pace
I kept climbing the wild hill
Away from the cement steps
(there is always a lighthouse at the top)
My clothes were being torn by clouds' tears
My feet getting feathers and my arms wide open
As I went further up the hill, naked and barefoot
The sky behind the fog was happily blue
And the Sun was there smiling.

When I became silly
I turned myself happier
When happierness tuned my colours
I wasn't affraid of dying
When I got fearless of death
I became free
I could truly live
When I truly lived
I loved from the soul
And I didn't want to die.
Either way I took off my clothes
I walked beyond the clouds
Was up lifted and warmed by the Sun
Vanished into the infinity
Found my home and became eternal.

(18 + 3 + 12 = 33)
(33 = 11 + 11 + 11)
(11 : 11 = 1)

quinta-feira, março 15, 2012

São pequenos vazios que vão sendo preenchidos por pequenos cheios (de nada, no fundo, ficando cada vez mais esvaziados), sem dar espaço e tempo para que nos esvaziemos de facto por completo e assim possamos ser preenchidos plenamente.