Now

Just breathe
  

Lenses

 

Whenever one's lenses values how a good person I am, it is overstated

 Whenever one's lenses values how a bad person one is, it is overstated 

Whenever one's lenses values how a bad person I am, it is overstated

 Whenever one's lenses values how a good person one is, it is overstated

 

Shiny broom

Nine thirty
Time to move on
Pieces spread all around
Reaching event's horizon
Pick a shiny broom
Hunt those little hiding crumbs
Put it all together in the golf cart
Move to the next hole
Enjoy the ride
Follow the tide
Single pieced
 

Stand up

                                                                                                                                                                             

Stand up
Remove all the garbage
Inside the pocket
Of your face
Your walking stick collection
Interpersonal games
Your social media, your playlists
Your crushes, your discounts
The sports news
The candidate's debate
Relinquish it all
Stand alone with your breath
Stand up 

The cats and the moon

Like the moon to the earth, one has been always drawn to her
But then once in a while she goes energetic and kick the moon like it was a semi withered volleyball
But even after a piece of eternity, one is drawn back to her again
Always in wonder
Because being kept close to her have been the reason of one's life

Still about him

There goes Mr Flanagan again

He feels a little anxious 'cause he knows what is coming next.

And suddenly you're there with him
...
He is more than aware of your presence

'Cause you fill all the space around him

Actually he is completely drowning at your atmosphere.

Shut it down

A single move
For whom is
Longing a mate
Shut your eyes
Concerning love
They get in the way
Keep it closed
Shut it down
Persevere 
Deceive them
Be tight
Doing so
Time may arise 

Mr. Flanagan

So, it seems that Mr. Flanagan doesn't go out much. 

It seems that Mr. Flanagan doesn't go out much to spare the world from dealing with his temper. 

So, i was told that in this world there are more things which Mr. Flanagan despises than those which Mr. Flanagan appreciates. 

And Mr. Flanagan easily loses control while striving to disguise his real feelings. 

I don't

really care.

While

While there's a hope to grasp the best Fate available. 
While there's a Path of Revelation out of the ordinary.
While it is being Whispered in my ears disguised over buzzing.
I will let myself stop whatever i'm engaged with. 
And I will let myself to open my inside Ears. 
And I will tell myself to get out of the Way and to Listen very carefully. 

Neverfind

                                                                                                                                                                                         

Find yourSelf.
Never mind the world.

 Then find the World.
Never mind yourself.

Lake Louise

As Mister Wishful thinking finally showed up, after a while, he found me inobservant

He brought his worldwide famous honey with him and held it out to me

I tasted it carefully, as I've barely retained a faint memory of its special flavor

And this time it was a new flavor i didn't know nothing about

And i've feasted myself in it

Mayday

Mayday 

May the Lord bless our buddies, our clerks, our wayfarers, our beloved demons
May the Lord help us prevail over presumption down inside the play zone
May the Lord light our path and calibrate our burden
So that we carry on running the fleet

Paladar

Passando por aqui antes da ceia de sábado. Sem outro prato para preparar, como já me fiz notar, dou de barato que você vem aqui atrás daquela papinha que era servida antigamente.

Dark water

Abide my dear dark eyed son
Let me address you, once my time with you is expiring
Soon the route will shift to a dim and bright frame inside your curly brain
So, hurry up
'Cause the times they are a' falling over
And a hard rain a' gonna change

Abide closer my dear dark eyed son
Can you stare through their masks?
Look
Gaze the dazed eyes and behind them
Are you really keen on staring through the mask of our time?

Kaleb

-  Let's start. Your name please?
- Kaleb, sir.
- Kaleb. Right. Where did you come from, Mister Kaleb?
- I came from there,sir.
- From there. Well, how do you define yourself, Mister Kaleb?
- I am just ordinary people, sir.
- OK, and what was your main subject of work in life?
- People, basically, sir.
- Might we call you Kaleb?
- Sure, that's my name sir.
- Tell us Kaleb: what was the most spectacular thing you have found in your life?

The Bus

there's the bus that i drive
I carry people
they have places to go
It seems that I have to drive it
'cause nobody else can do it
but me


so i keep driving
trying to enjoy the trip
although this is not the bus i chose
this is the one that hired me

Alberta

Faz três anos e pouco que cheguei do Canadá. Você envelheceu mais que três anos, me diz minha imagem no espelho. Meu desejo de salvar a humanidade miou de vez, graças a Deus. Consolidou-se o desejo de cuidar apenas do que me diz respeito, e entregar um bom serviço. Não sou mais o sujeito que sentou para meditar num idílico lago de Alberta. Nunca mais estarei com os amigos que fiz ali. Dedico este vídeo em duas partes a eles, around the world. Já vou andando. Não me esperem para o churrasco.

Long Way to the Light

Long Way to the Light, by Mike Scott
(This song tells my life story. You just have to replace Mike Scott by me as well as Findhorn by Nazaré, the meditation center in the picture which I lived during the year of 1995).

I'm sitting in my bedroom
Overlooking Findhorn Bay
Cluny Hill on the distance
Summer on the way
Blue skies and sailing boats
Like a picture in a book
I can't believe I got here
Or how long it took 

A productive day

If I could live a natural life I would ease my breath. It would make my body work nice and slowly. Doing so, I’d be able to carry a whole day on a single subject. Label would blossom beautifully and no such thing as a resting day would be ever required.

As long as the world does not follow day dreams I would state that a productive day would be a day when the hours are less sliced by schedule. I barely face such a day, indeed. Due to the evidence that the days are full from dawn to dusk I shall assume: The most productive day would be a holiday. Nobody works on holidays, the crowd whispered from the bleachers. So it seems that a productive day is nowhere to be found. Meanwhile, let us set aside the matter and pretend that we are productive today.