Thursday, April 23, 2020

Child of the universe

Tell me child,

From which monster do you run away when home is your last destination?

From which sprinkles in your thoughts you try to hide?

Which superstitions are holding you back?

Which stars keep guiding you in the dark nights that engulf you in mystery and owl screams? And Do the wolves scare you or they show you the way to the moon?

How deep is your ocean? 

How many tears hang in your chest?

Tell me child, do you let that clock in the wall tell you what time is it?

And if you look to your hands, are they half empty or half full? And that shoes that you bring, are they your size? 

Have you ever looked at me? 

Am I big to you or just a spectrum in your imagination? 
Am I source of concern or am I your relief? 
Do my mysteries bring you to justice or do they condemn you? 

Tell me child!? 

Are we friends sitting in a front door step turned to a sunset in a summer day or are we the enemies like the sailors and the Cape of torments hiding the powerful and scary imaginary sea monsters ready to sink all boats that dare to go so far? 

And if so... Tell me child... Do you dare? 









Tuesday, March 3, 2020

Souls of time

I know!
The veins in your hands don't carry just blood, they carry your memories, they carry the proof of your life.
Your winkles are the map of your time on earth and they were crafted with pain and joy, in them you can recognize your smiles, your cries, your fears, your lovers ... All that storms of feelings that time took away, and now just memories tell your history, and you wonder how long it will take until you go home, may you be scared even knowing you are old, but you know that is the nature of living beings, they born, mature and die. And you may tell your descendents that you are ok with that just to try to educate them and prepare them for what is to came so that they don't suffer like you, because you are scared, and that young person inside you is still shouting "please, don't go yet", is panicking for each day that goes by, knowing that there is no way back, and you hold to your body that gets old and tired, that engine that is working slower and slower, that one day you know that must stop. But i know that you hold so pretty treasures in you, embedded in your heart, and when you need the shield opens up, made of longing of sounds and colours, made of intense feelings, made of faith and God, and all the fear goes away for moments and day by day you learn how to live in that limbo, how to surrender to the facts and how to walk with hope and faith, and may your eyes don't focus anymore and without glasses the material world is blurred but you can see life with the sharpest vision of ever, you swallowed the liquor of knowledge and experience and now you have deep and amazing roots, and the tree in you is more powerful than ever... And i know... You envy young people but just for the time that they have in front of them, and you feel petty because you know that they don't know yet what is really important in life, like you didn't when you were young.
Yeh... I know!
You think that life is a wonderful miracle and you now think that there is nothing more beautiful than a cuppa tea in a rainy day, a sunset in seaside in a warm summer day, a green forest and all its fragrances and sounds in a sunny morning, a night illuminated by the moon and stars, the sound of a laugh and the feeling of holding a hand, the love in so many shapes and colours, oh.. So many brunches growing in you... And you wish everyone would know and feel that....
I know!







Thursday, December 5, 2019

Delivered by the devil

Demons fall asleep
Once i drift into my dreams 
They are far too deep
Where no one listen my screams

They live in my shadow
They feed in my flesh and blood
They are cries and sorrow
They live in the mud

But they don't spread anymore
They now are kept in that grounds
Im not helpless like before
Cries stopped, i can hear new sounds

Delivered into the hell
From the womb made of stone
Now free... i feel and i can tell
I am finally coming home







Wednesday, October 30, 2019

For friends with love

Bring your fairy dust
I will bring broken wings 
Cry and laugh we must
Leave behind the golden rings 

I am no soldier but i fight 
I am no child but i play
Delivered by the devil but with light 
Will be ashes but now i am clay 
Let's just BE and play
                    .... 
... While i am still clay...

Bring your world to mine
I will lead mine to yours
Human essence can be a good wine
One that came in so many colours 
 
... So let's just BE without delay... 
                  .... 
... While we are still clay... 













Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Sailing in my sea

Gambling pieces of memory between my fingers... I think of who I became after so much sea. My demons are finally drowning between my waves but i still hope to go further and take them into the deepest ocean... May i will find a way to do it... In between i will keep sailing this boat looking for my treasures and i know they are not so far... I am letting go dead weight so i can carry more stars... In my treasures i can find the heart of those who sail with me, my dearest friends and family that love me for who I am and who appreciate my victories like i do for them, and genuinely are happy for me... I do love dreams, they blow me to far lands, were otherwise i would never go, they plant flowers on my paths and paint moons in my sky... So when i go to bed i fall asleep dreaming with the most fortunate events, they guide me into my deepest layer and they work on my heart, healing my deepest bleeding wounds, they tell me that every thing will be alright and i drift into a inner peace, enough time to recharge batteries and replace the lenses which i look the world outside. So i have learned that there is no perfect journey and all the steps bring a risk, however boats are made to cross the sea and if in the way i lose my boat i know i will have enough stars in my pocket to spring my wings and fly away... There is never a end but always new beginnings ❤️


Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Horror movies

So what can do a young lady in one Tuesday night when living in a quiet place were nothing happens in the middle of the week? 🀷 Oh well... Google imaginary symptoms and realize that dead is near? Finish that crochet or DIY and ensure that gets a tendinitis after a few hours? Watch bad quality movies online? Do a quick calculation of all expenses and due a low income realise that having so slim budget at the moment means that winter is coming soon? πŸ€” Nahhh not today! This young lady just decided to go to cinema 😊 treat herself with a nice "alone" time πŸ’† relaxing πŸ‘Έ. So what movie would this lady choose? An horror movie of course πŸ™‹ oh yeh... THE NUN πŸ“Ώ! how therapeutic is to go in a dark room and scream like a hell? (Cinema, i am speaking about cinema πŸ˜‚) yeh... So I just took my place and soon the movie started πŸŽ₯. The movie was actually very good, but i may be nuts cause I end up always laughing my eyes out in the most stupid scenes... LOUD πŸ˜‚ and at certain point I didn't knew if the people around me were laughing because they were nervous our because they didn't understood why i was laughing...πŸ˜‚ who can understand these people? Lol in real life if was looking a freaking ghost, demon, weird noises obviously not from this world i would be running for my life and never look back πŸ˜‘ in horror movies they beg to be killed.... They see something strange and they run after it... Never in opposite direction! Seriously? πŸ˜‚πŸ‘Œ Oh well but it was a very nice history, and i could scream and laugh a bit πŸ€‘πŸ‘Ή well for tonight is everything πŸ™… stay happy peoples 🍻