The road always belong to those who feel the courage.
It´s never for the ones who hide at the bushes
You see this road of ups and downs, cliffs and dangers?
Take a small step, be curious, go!

No matter how rough might be,
Don´t forget
To be!

Complete is an adjective
That stands for empty states of being.

Whenever I am empty
(of thoughts)
I am complete.

It´s rather strange
How we arrange words.

Silence is fullness
Silence is presence
Silence is abundance

And stillness is a state
Of motion.

I am not sure if this is a statement, a prayer or a poem.
I know that I am older and wiser.
I know that I am not all or nothing.
I know there are people strong
People that fought as I did
And if I am not wrong
I will succeed.

The Sun rose for all the land,
And touched the face of rich and poor.
In this moment I felt secure,
My heart turned rock from sand.

I had opened my eyes to see from within.
Some sort of energy became to stand
That life was beautiful and meaningful,
The flowers colorful and vivid.

In each person I could see something new,
With no past references I could get through,
My heart was a hand holding a candle,
Wishing its light could glow on you.

Like rock it is as then, the heart that once was sand.

This was a day in September
If you remember
We were rolling hay
In a Van Gogh´s painting

After we discovered pure Gold
meant to be our tightest hearts
And so we rolled so much hay
in that long September
We got rich and famous

I see you at the middle of the street
With your loose style amidst
The dull colours of mist

Your presence is not severe
You carry no presumption
You are always discrete.

Calmness and a sense of balance
Intertwine our spirits and words
Like an angel guidance

We talk in a smooth environment
No criticism on thoughts
Both speech and silence content.

Truth and acceptance glows
In your eyes,  honesty flows
Within. A glittering scene.

Faithful reason of mine
That saves you pure and divine
Even in presence of evil

(Surrounding me...)

But not passing through this line
That guards you with tenderness...

You remain forever Rose
Where never lacks the beauty shine.

I never meant to say goodbye
Because you were a brilliant friend
So if you depart I wish you the sky
Where we suppose good souls blend

Your friendship don´t disappear
I would not allow that happen
I have kept your heart dear
Must go on living then

Sometimes I feel you´re here with us
And I feel the good old days again
In spite of difficulties we stand thus
Regarding the love we remain

So don´t get sad my brilliant friend
And get the most of your tour
Around the space sea of light

You know I really comprehend
Now you don´t let yourself blur
And please be sure you shine bright!

Mozart! & The superb generous souls
That gave their life´s like a poem
Brought a ritual way of living
No spotlights on, just ears
Listen to them! the old superlative
Like spears flying in the desert
Of years... They cannot reach our side
Their immortality isn´t near
We live, but we don´t listen
We are the desert, No thirst after all
No inspiration

Escaping from the dark
Humanity howls
The mundane it´s so global
No sense of uncertainty, of magic
No glorious feeling, no mastery

Not a drop of excitement
We need no greedy, obscure ways of living
But we sure need Enlightenment
Music and Passion

“Against cannons, we march, we march”

   A thin light glows in the spirit of man
   Radiates… when Peace befalls.
   Lies on earth the vivid substance,

   Evil

   Raw essence, indestructible, offspring of Earth,
   Of its womb
   Renews itself, grows, triggers

    And man soccumb in fright
    At every turn, falls into its web
    In its plot.
    And embodies the flame without secret.

    It´s brief the small glory of man
    History says

    In man an entire end is emminent.

Only passion aspires perfection
Love, knows perfectly the ups and downs.
It loves at the vísceras of death
And at the pinnacles of happiness.

It´s soft at the valley
Where waters made its way through
And insuperable for men to fight against.

It´s difficult to love when we are down,
It´s like having nowhere to sleep,
We just pretend that we have an option.
Under the bridge or on the garden bench.

Like dust, we rise a couple seconds
At the passage of the unknown
Anxiously aiming to be oxygen
In someone´s lungs
But we fall painfully slow on the ground.

Like smoke of a fire
Or fog we have an effect
A principle of being
But we just can't feel it

A cause
Or a mere colatteral accident in life?
A real pain
Or nature´s oblivion...?

Sing to me little baby
Of how we used to be one.

Yeah darling, together
We were strong like the wave.

But hey, look at it
When it splash into the rocks
And soaks the shade of the cliff
It´s always a step forward
In the journey of life.

So sing to me baby
Of how we used to be one.

I am feeling the deep blue of the ocean
To get in touch with my soul.

My soul has white horizontal stripes
Like the wings of my birds
On the deep blue.

I am the wings of my birds,
And the deep blue of the ocean
Along with horizontal stripes.

I am everything unrest and free
Like the white souls of the birds
That sing beautiful songs
To the hearts of those who hang them
Inside cages.

My deep blue ocean views
Of me and of what I am
Along with the same old you.