quarta-feira, 25 de abril de 2012

Still blurred

“Still Blurred”

During my blurred mornings
When I´m still awakening
From the blue sky within
My depth beyond thoughts
Sometimes I see
A little rosy cloud

Still blurred

I don´t know what is that cloud
And I don´t want to
I like it that way

Still blurred

And I stay with my eyelids almost closed
Waiting from distance
One unknown drop
Flashing straight into my soul


sexta-feira, 20 de abril de 2012

Sunset on trees

The Presence of Trees

I have always felt the living presence
of trees the forest that calls to me as deeply
as I breathe, as though the woods were marrow of my bone
as though I myself were tree, a breathing, reaching
arc of the larger canopy beside a brook bubbling to foam
like the one deep in these woods,
that calls that whispers home.
(Michael S. Glaser) 

Forbidden Colors - Ryuichi Sakamoto (Solo Piano)

segunda-feira, 16 de abril de 2012

Boat my dream VI

Where is my boat?
Some boats fight against stream.
Others let the waters to lead the boat.
Where is my boat now?
Everyone searching for a peaceful beach.
Where the voyage will end - at last.
Where is my boat? Where is my boat?

sexta-feira, 6 de abril de 2012

segunda-feira, 2 de abril de 2012


Heartsick, heartbroken -
To know love is to know pain.
What could be more common ?
Even so, each broken heart is so singular
That with it we probe the divine.