Today the rest has become a journey
The soul crawls into the silence
And thoughts fly from me to the end.
There are you.
The end.
Is it possible to have this promise laugh?
Where everything looks great
In your eyes of pray
And your heart smiles.
This is the sigh of God
The one that makes you feel
Happy, beloved, and woman.
The ancient books point
Six hundred rules
But the main goal of everything
Is happiness.
Human’s happiness,
Our happiness,
Everybody’s happiness
Is expected from the clouds.
A Promise Laugh is the best
Way to accomplish our beliefs.
There are we all
Sharing a smile,
A sound, a breath,
Just to feel for one second
What we are:
Humans that want to love and be loved.
Word’s Speed
After the storm of feelings
She runs away from them.
It is better to escape
From moon to moon.
What cannot be said?
Is it dangerous for you?
Or, it is that poison that they gave you
In order to kill what you feel?
Do not let them harm you.
Today you can say any word,
What you want is what matters,
What you can build is what matters.
Fear is something that makes us speed our life
When we are not available to lend our soul
To this broken feelings,
Because they have said
That we are not the same.
Then, do not speed up.
For the first time stop,
You can say anything,
I can learn everything.
Let me be what you need,
What you love,
What you are.
Today, the word’s speed can stand still,
It can be stopped.
Imagine with your spirit
How can our souls can break the sky.
Today we can stop the storm,
Each little snowflake will be changed,
If you can teach me not the order, the words
The praying needed to touch that heaven.
This time of whispering has no sense.
Shout to the promise laugh and enjoy
For once the possibility of creation.
I can change myself.
Everyday I do it.
Is not just love what matters,
It is the dream of a new land
Where we all can dance,
Where this spiritual feelings lands
For the first time aside your heart.
You have taught me the order of words
With the word’s speed and the life rush.
Now, teach me with the low speed of the ancients
How life is with your love,
How everything looks from your eyes,
How gorgeous this world is seen with your soul.
Do not rush.
Stop this minut.
Enjoy.
She runs away from them.
It is better to escape
From moon to moon.
What cannot be said?
Is it dangerous for you?
Or, it is that poison that they gave you
In order to kill what you feel?
Do not let them harm you.
Today you can say any word,
What you want is what matters,
What you can build is what matters.
Fear is something that makes us speed our life
When we are not available to lend our soul
To this broken feelings,
Because they have said
That we are not the same.
Then, do not speed up.
For the first time stop,
You can say anything,
I can learn everything.
Let me be what you need,
What you love,
What you are.
Today, the word’s speed can stand still,
It can be stopped.
Imagine with your spirit
How can our souls can break the sky.
Today we can stop the storm,
Each little snowflake will be changed,
If you can teach me not the order, the words
The praying needed to touch that heaven.
This time of whispering has no sense.
Shout to the promise laugh and enjoy
For once the possibility of creation.
I can change myself.
Everyday I do it.
Is not just love what matters,
It is the dream of a new land
Where we all can dance,
Where this spiritual feelings lands
For the first time aside your heart.
You have taught me the order of words
With the word’s speed and the life rush.
Now, teach me with the low speed of the ancients
How life is with your love,
How everything looks from your eyes,
How gorgeous this world is seen with your soul.
Do not rush.
Stop this minut.
Enjoy.
Choices
The sun had a choice
A long time ago
And it created the beauty.
It is built with the science of time
With the force of each highlight
That works as a brick,
And makes that reflection
That belongs to your eyes.
It created the moon.
The choice was done
With the difficulties of God’s will.
Now, you follow this time creation
Looking above your soul,
But feeling the kindness of light.
Is it possible to create that beauty,
Again?
Not the beauty of the moon
Because God has done it already.
I mean,
Can I create a new light in your eyes,
A new feeling in your soul,
A new dream in your heart?
I have chosen to do it,
I will do it,
Even if it is a lose in my life,
It is going to be the creation of beauty,
And that is what matters,
Always?
A long time ago
And it created the beauty.
It is built with the science of time
With the force of each highlight
That works as a brick,
And makes that reflection
That belongs to your eyes.
It created the moon.
The choice was done
With the difficulties of God’s will.
Now, you follow this time creation
Looking above your soul,
But feeling the kindness of light.
Is it possible to create that beauty,
Again?
Not the beauty of the moon
Because God has done it already.
I mean,
Can I create a new light in your eyes,
A new feeling in your soul,
A new dream in your heart?
I have chosen to do it,
I will do it,
Even if it is a lose in my life,
It is going to be the creation of beauty,
And that is what matters,
Always?
In-somni
Res no és pitjor per la ment
Que el no tenir en què pensar,
Les mateixes rodes,
Idees,
Llàgrimes.
No n’hem passat massa
I el sol em crema,
La necessitat de trobar-me
Un espai buit per omplir,
Un segon humid per assecar,
Un somni que em deixi dormir.
Dintre d’un somni
Hi ha l’excitació de la feina feta,
Els tressors que es troben
Al arc de Sant Marti
Són aquells que viuen per sempre.
He tocat el foc sense intenció,
El mag dolent s’ha apropat
Plé de solitud,
Amb les torxes volant entre bruixes
I els unicornis esmolats
Que a ningú li importen.
La gent es mou,
Visita, fa història
I a la meva nit l’espera és
Interminable.
Que el no tenir en què pensar,
Les mateixes rodes,
Idees,
Llàgrimes.
No n’hem passat massa
I el sol em crema,
La necessitat de trobar-me
Un espai buit per omplir,
Un segon humid per assecar,
Un somni que em deixi dormir.
Dintre d’un somni
Hi ha l’excitació de la feina feta,
Els tressors que es troben
Al arc de Sant Marti
Són aquells que viuen per sempre.
He tocat el foc sense intenció,
El mag dolent s’ha apropat
Plé de solitud,
Amb les torxes volant entre bruixes
I els unicornis esmolats
Que a ningú li importen.
La gent es mou,
Visita, fa història
I a la meva nit l’espera és
Interminable.
Given Gift
There is a heart leaning
On love.
Its wings are for you
Beloved friend.
This heart has something special:
It is not a teller,
It has no charge,
It is just its feelings
And yours
Shared and bloomed.
Like the pencil and the sheet
Share and bloom
A song, a poem, a drawing.
Today is Monday
And there is no other day behind.
It is the beginning of life.
A given gift that nobody expects
Is waiting to see
The startling eyes,
The flying lips,
And another heart
Shared and bloomed
Like this one
That has been a given gift.
On love.
Its wings are for you
Beloved friend.
This heart has something special:
It is not a teller,
It has no charge,
It is just its feelings
And yours
Shared and bloomed.
Like the pencil and the sheet
Share and bloom
A song, a poem, a drawing.
Today is Monday
And there is no other day behind.
It is the beginning of life.
A given gift that nobody expects
Is waiting to see
The startling eyes,
The flying lips,
And another heart
Shared and bloomed
Like this one
That has been a given gift.
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