Category: FotoPoesia

The rivers whistle They draw twirling whirlpools, take us across them into unseen depths The rivers can lead to a piece of us So mystical it is they flow to live, And so they drown who may not cross, Not cross the flow of the river rise, Nor expect the unexpected of unknown; Not to…

The truth of you is simplebut your mind is resistant of the simplicity’s sourceThe struggle between mind and bodyis the cause of illnessThe world is a perfect dream where you’re acting on the illusory stageBeing distracted by desiresThe more you think you know who you arethe farther you are blind to self discoveryWake up from your unconscious…

She told me of memories, of where sun and moon go while we lay down in the dark, of an eyes closed journey. She glimpsed she would take some day deeper than roots. She told me of the mirage of an spirit of plant, ancestors, death and, I, a flower, understood sounds – ah, it…

Breathe before the water is boiling Here comes breathe in again I hear the sound of the air Teakettle whistle call my name Steam draws me in the air If I turn off that sky I will feel unprotected But If I never go deep inside If I don’t turn on all my scars I…

I see because I feela spark of the divine envelopes meLike a blink of shining light, Turning the circle of life By the wind, the rain, and the sun Some strange deaths are out there to After the gale of destruction, when the sun fires up, new beginnings emerge. I like the breaking of my…

We’re walking away from each other Pretending we aren’t in love, Nobody’s saw us for monthsAnd they tell us about that we only have eyes for each otherWe are not noticing much of what is going on around us. We’re walking down the beachWe see a big wave comingWe pretend we’re running awayDon’t say a…

I wake up every single day for see your smile To hug you for 20 minutes, Oh, sorry, 20 seconds. I’ve been changing the lengths of my hugs to get you longer in my arms, because your hugs are the best that I’ve ever had. I wake up to pick your things up around the…

I froze like snow falling on the mountains: gradually and suddenly, quickly and violently. It was like this, from one moment to the next, made suffering without any foreshadowing. There’re on me an allusion of conflict, painful moments, lonely tears, drunken confidences. There’re also moments of adjustment and mismatch, of deception and disillusionment, moments that…