mil fogos
ardem sem se ver
nesse
interno ser de amar
qual
fogos
que
ardiam
sem doer
esses
que
o
poeta na sua
trova
nossa história
assim
se
atreveu
a
resguardar...
In the burning Heart
Just about to burst
There's a quest for answers
An unquenchable thirst
In the darkest night
Rising like a spire
In the burning heart
The unmistakable fire
THAT
crying voice of metal brass... the echoes of a melody and it's compass
– of singing and dancing and proclaiming the unanswered questions forever remaining
– answered as you may be - as a boat home - a port on de islands you may see - a guiding star in the fore front shining and hope and dreams from within recallhing echoes aswering - from the unknown walss imagens plendour rising so you may bringthem - anew and once more as ou are you may become...
– when you say yes - everything becomes possible - that's the realm within in which you may dwell - that's the lake you always may visit and be - from which the most pure water - whell - unseen - flows - wu'hen you say yes it blows as as wind unspoken words transforming lives arrising and people singing those unspoken chorus uplifting - uprising as wages od«f water eteral aternity - saying an dancing inse you above me - as it may be seen - and under - from the mot deep - sundering the darknesswich keep us below - and freedom singing in a tone - not ever - never more - so low you may not hear - liten - as it sings wu0hen unleashes YOUR most JOYFULL INNER SEASON...
In the
deepest realms – within – the fire in you – the life’s in me… two souls being
as one striving, to find the door and the answer…
The THIRD
shining waiting for that golden door to open
The most veiled
temple being empty – there lies the truth of the unanswered questions – we have
to carry – we have to – leave – before entering and new life may come in to be –
Realms and
universes wakening – waiting for the free space to become as one – entering inside
the illusion imagination and new worlds
universes in verses transferred – and in hands shaken – heat o f truth and life
wakening – the golden bird of life singing and the clamorous joy of the soul – becoming
replenished – shining as the most lighting skies – lightening days and spaces and
realms and the worlds to be
As one
being – recognizes though two truly meaning one the future representing the
other . the present – the past resizing…
Esses ecos assim prevalecendo – a beleza da imensidão
preenchendo assim quais vidas em alinhamento sustidas e entregues
labaredas quais palavras vividas ao nada
– quais canas de pesca laçadas para retirar do nada novas vias e vidas e lugares sonhos e veredas
que sendo veadas ignoradas abrem novas
vias e caminhos estradas ali onde o nada
habita e o frio IMPERA assim o cando de amar e de entrega - frio de vida negam – e ao calor da luz – a vida
assim geram…esses sonhos de vida reais – sendo depois transformados – por mais
finos cânticos e os mais vivos brados- assim e também são recriação de uma criatura
vivente entre a maior da maior da imensidão
Círculos triplos entrelaçados - num centro silente - lagoa onde todos “pescamos” - e por onde passamos assim sempre e quando
assim voltamos...
...abrimos olhares e sonhos de novo ascendendo - abrindo os olhos - pares de novo acendendo...
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