Sonho sem sonhos

Perder por não sonhar
cair por sonhar
temer por acreditar
sentir por amar
as mesmas canções e
rir sem palavras.
Chorar sem lágrimas,
soluços secos de sons ocos
e gestos perdidos no vazio
do silêncio entre os espaços
que ocupam retratos. Doces
ilusões do que foi ou podera ser.
Sem alento num tecto,
sonho sem sonhos.

Words of wisdom

Whispers in frequency
Flowing sounds of music
that moves in dancing.
Jumps on tracks
Beats the inner juice
It's the fluxus heart,
hear it, hear it...
Breath,
sly. And let it flow,
the spirit of the people,
blow in the wind.
Release it and share it all.
Enjoy the ride and smile.
Make circles of joy
and keep on going.

Salta pequena

Salta sem parar
continua mais alto
alta ao ritmo 
da música e
dança sem parar
salta sem temer
a queda do voo.
Dança no bater
do tambor que
marca o passo
e passo e passo,
salta e voa
como a pluma do ar.
E desliza no mais leve
sussurro que desperta
os sentidos e
roda as reacções,
gira, gira sem parar,
sem perder a órbita e
o toque verdadeiro
do encontro genuíno.
Salta pequena,
que hoje és grande.
Salta de alegria
para seres sempre pequena!

Sobre rodas

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Shadows in the night

Once I believed the shadows where alive during the night,
conspiring their release time...
Shadows were living in the darkness of the night,
dim lights from the outside gave life
to the creatures of the night, they where
just whispering about the time spent on sleeping
and sharing all the dreams with each other.
Shadows played around together till late night,
showing all their crazy stories and their wildest dreams...
In rainy nights they would hide away and
in a foggy night freedom to all!
They were all out loose living free in the mist,
anxious to make new friends to share their dreams!
In a rainy nights they would hide away into deep sleep...

Words on last spring in SF and photo on the last full moon in Sintra

Mudam-se os ventos

Mudam-se os ventos
Mudam-se os tempos
Andámos a vagar
Pelas correntes do ar
Sempre a navegar
Nos mares desconhecidos
e nas água familiares.
Segue a pulsão do
bater das ondas.
Segue a melodia do
murmúrio do mar
Vai na maré que
te traz ao sopé,
daquela montanha
d'a vista maior
Maior que o canto
e o recanto que nos
abriga da mais
alta tempestade.
E a voz que temos
dentro e nos ergue
à mais alta cintilante
das estrelas lá no
alto brilham tanto.
Segue o seu rastro,
procurando num rosto
o brilho da paz que
trazemos dentro.

Surrender

To the ultimate self on each soul
Just their music and laughs just
That something that is released
Right when the fun begins
Another accomplice eyes and words
Understood by true meaning
Engaging in stories or just a joke
About the weather and what so ever
Surrender
To the ultimate that sets you free
Let go the weight you carry on
On your mind, on your shoulders
Tell a story, tell me your story
Let's smile and maybe cry together
Let's take it to the ultimate journey
Share like bros and sis till it fades out
Enjoy the thrill that takes you
On an easy ride and take it slow
'Cause the best is just laying
Over the shinning surface and feel it
Deep inside nothing matters
Just what you give away and get in return
Tell me your story, imagine
It's just us here and the breeze
Surrender to serendipity and let it flow
Take it on a smooth track and play it
Over and over and remember
Again... Once more, surrender
To the ultimate inner and let it flow
Feel the wind, smell the seasons sounds
and taste true living on the natural
Roots of the muster of sharing good
vibs, good feelings...
Surrender...