Mandala

A circle.
A universe.
A drop of sap from the tree of life.

Entrances and exits.
Lines and curves.

I often wonder what made us step away and yearn for control.
Where did the original fear come from? There is no sin, there is no offense and no punishment.

But there came a time when we stopped the natural beating time of the earth, when we felt a sting, when we became cold beyond temperature drop, but deep in our soul.  When we stopped being tree, bird, air, water, dear, bear, fish and fire. 
There came a time when tears became salty and extremely scarce. We reserved the drops almost exclusively to those of our kind. We made it clear we were a "kind", and not just another. 

Time was now to be used, not prevailing.
A touch of palm, a stare, silence became a threat.
Having nowhere to go, but still traveling and moving.

Our children must be trained,
falsely under the concept of education. 
We are soldiers, not creatures of this earth. 

When was our soul so painfully removed from what sweats, breathes, cries and dances?
We are a circle, each one of us, belonging to a bigger wheel. 
A pattern and design of your own, yet belonging nonetheless. 

A circle.
A universe.
A drop of sap from the tree of life. 
That is who you are.

PIECES OF YOU

Shine a ray on me and i shall be a prism of colors.
Like water of a shallow surface I am clear yet full of vitality.
Zest, spice.
My tongue can burn.
Sweet and soft.
My lips can heal.

What is the big deal of numbers and keeping score?
I don't care of how many, i don't care of how much,
I care of being.

This being is beating for a chance.
This being pumps the blood of desire and feeling and tasting and squeezing every drop.
This being is pounding for touch.

What is to be done?
Where else is there to be?
Near,
Far,
of you.
Gone,
Here,
with you.

The wait is a ticking bomb.
Yes.
Tick-tock-tick-tock.
When will the last tick be heard?
Where will it catch us, burning and melting in each others skin.

Prism of shades.
Crystal of light.
Break me down,
into pieces of you.

Nameless

there is heaven,
there is earth,
there is hell.

Better,
Good,
Worse.

A measurement to this,
a measurement to that.
It's all in the numbers, it's all in facts.
But what if i believe in stars?

I speak another language, I listen another dialect.
I believe in hands and touch and eyes and looks.
Who is following me?

The taste of your tongue can be so sweet,
yet careless movements can cut diamonds and make everyone bleed.

I wanna feel free,
I wanna make you feel free.
The wind is in from Africa, and I can feel its heat making us all dizzy.
Tentacles that take over our heads, over our feet and over our hearts.
African beat of heat so sweet.

The wind,
perfume,
vapor.

Sillage.
What is yours?
Mine of roses and smiles and color.

Intoxicate me with yours.
I dare you.
Now.

Naturaleza

I'm a river.
You are a river.
We are a river.

Let us flow...

You are a rock.
I am a rock.
We are a rock.

Let us climb...

I am ice.
You are ice.
We are ice.

Let us melt...

You are fire.
I am fire.
We are fire.

Let us burn.

Stardust, heaven, explosion, light, fire, flame, seed and sprout.
Earth, water, currents, depth, darkness, uncertain.
Wings, winds, tides, float and give.
Arrive.

Pendulum, momentum, journey, balance.

Burn me, burn me, burn me.
ignite my skin.
I'll burn you, lift you, twist you, craze you.
burn us up and down.

River, rock, ice, fire.
Flow with me, climb me, freeze me and burn.

Three Little Birds

Three little birds outside my window.
Just like Bob Marley sang soulfully. 

Sitting under the sun, barefoot.
Opening my toes letting the rays bathe my feet entirely.  
I inhale through my soles.
Inhale and arc my back in response--wishing and waiting for you to come and steal a kiss away.

And I dream of walks on clouds of green. 
Of humid floors that shake and shiver.
I seduce the air around me, and I know I am being seduced back.

I spread my toes and the wind tickles me,
it travels through me like intoxicating smoke,
I feel taken, I surrender.

We must do a little more of that, surrender.
Compassion and surrender.

Three little birds, come to my window.
Sing me sweet songs, of melodies pure and true.
I'll feed you strawberries, water and honey.
Jasmine, honeysuckle, hyacinth,
I'll be the flower you wish.
Come close,
Smell me,
Pull me close,
Inhale me,
caress,
brush,
suck.

This is my message to you-ou-ou...

KALEIDOSCOPE

I pedal my way through the streets of my neighborhood, where I feel I travel at the speed of clouds.  I look at the leaves and the patterns they make as I rush past the trees. I'm inside a kaleidoscope.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
I picture myself on a boat on a river, 
with tangerine trees and marmalade skies...

I can feel my breath.  I can hear the panting, which is quite arousing.
Panting and my heart pounding.

Blood rushing inside, through me,
sweat traveling down my back, around my neck.

I travel at the speed of light, my mind has left me,
my fears are gone. 
Come here, right now, and i'll take you.
Right. now.
Right. This. Instant.

Clouds and leaves and trees and skies. Panting and blinking and sweating and licking.
Time exists to take it, life is here to walk it and taste it and staying awake to what is out there to grab and hold with your hands tight and firm and knowing that even though it won't last between your fingers forever it is in you with you for you right now and there is nothing to fear nothing to yearn or wish beyond what is there for it is all there already just open your eyes and see that it is not that difficult to notice that wanting and having is really there to feel it and taste it and smell it and kiss it and kiss it precisely strong and firm yet soft and sweet just like that vibration you feel surrounding your skin exuding your pores as your body comes close so dangerously close to that other you feel so energetically attracted to so you can have them hold them rub them breathe them squeeze them caress them push and pull them with an overpowering hunger. 

Take it
take it
take it

it'll make you point your toes and shiver and lose your breath even if you are heavily breathing because that is what desire comes down to, to the thought and feeling of being invincible of being right and yet so wrong and hot and yet so cold and in the moment so intensely it all seems a dream a hallucination a speck of gold star dust which reminds us that that is what we are: dust and star and star and dust and that those tiny unrecognizable particles are you and me and us and we have found each other.

Kaleidoscope.

Today

My system was madness.
I felt beheaded.
Didn't know up from down,
right from wrong. 

In this crazy vibe where blood was all that guided me.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.
This hummingbird was high on some flower,
Unknown.

I want(ed) to go far.
Farthest I had ever been.
I want(ed) to misbehave,
allow my back, neck to flutter.
Tip-toe my way in,
quiver.

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

I read a description that made me howl:
crash into the sky, swim in a sea of molecules, burst into flames.
Burst, blasted, burned.
The yearn of skin. 
Of heat, or breath, of moan, of groan, of wail and whimper.

Do what you want, 
do what you please.

Do what you will with me...
Shakespeare speaks through me.

Beheaded yet focused.
Conquered yet full-forced.
Fearless and ready.
Take your best shot.

Go.

And so..?

and you would come,
and i would be sitting, under the sun feeling the sun rays on my forehead.

and i would be thinking of you,
and you would slightly touch my back,
and i would shiver,
and you will make sense.

and you would maybe look away,
and i would backbend as to not lose sight of you.

and i would not hurt,
and you would curl your lip,
and i would come closer,
and you would..?

and you would dream of me,
and i of you.

and all the and's are not enough,
and all the and's will make a truth?
and so i hope,
and so i yearn,
and so it is.

- fía.

Muse

There is this soul,
there is this aroma,
a specific skin and,
peculiar eyes.
It spins me around,
takes my feet off the ground,
crushes me,
builds me,
makes me high in solid ground. 

Finding a way, where there is no way.
Energizing me, where there is yearn for sleep.
It is a dream, but i'm wide awake.

I travel.
A shooting star in another galaxy
taking me far, but at home. 
Is this even possible?

Drive    Purpose,
Stubborn     Drive,
drive me.

Surrendering   flow,
Drive   Direction,
Care me not,
drive me.

Inhale me,
i'm yours.
I'll treat you good.

There is this soul,
haunting me.
There is this...
i call on you.

O muse thou art,
O thou, i'm yours.

LA REVOLUCIÓN

Ésta es la revolución de los sabores.
La revolución de los sentidos.
Explosiones de dulce, salado, ácido, amargo y picante.

La revolución dentro de mí.  
Que el agua me quite aquel velo transparente.
Llenos de colores estamos. Llenos de burbujas excitantes, cada esquina un descubrimiento.

Ésta es la revolución de los sentidos,
te invito a saborearme,
inquietarte con lo que encuentras...
dimensiones de pasividad,
vibraciones de locura,
pies descalzos.

Mi cuello aquí está y exuda mi olor a piel.
Corazón en la mano, corazón en los labios, corazón en la mirada.

Ésta es la revolución,
sistemas a desafiar,
programas a renovar.

La revolución de los sentidos.
Sube mis decibeles!
Súbelos! A bailar!

Ésta es la revolución de los sentidos,
pues a sentir!
Ésta es la revolución de los sentidos,
de ají, canela, miel y cacao.

Giro, giro, giro,
en signo de lucha.
La fuerza centrífuga exuda mi sudor.
Giro, giro, giro.

Ésta es la revolución de los sentidos,
La marcha.
Madre coraje soy,
Digna.
Colibrí en vuelo.
Néctar.
Lengua de mariposa enroscada.

Ésta es.

--Fía.

Speak

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
- sonnet XVIII
Master Shakespeare

This sonnet is world-known and commonly used.  Still, beauty is beauty and every time i read or hear this sonnet i am completely seduced.

I am a romantic. 
I believe in language and the passionate word.  
I am a  fan of vowels, consonants, imagery and rhythm. 
I fall for music,
I melt.

I had a teacher that always stated: Say what you mean, mean what you say or SHUT UP.
Amen.

I love every single part of this statement, but i encourage and defend the first part: say what you mean.  Do not hush your heart, do not hold back, speak it all out.  We are always careful of consequences, almost programmed to the point where it comes before the thought or feeling.  Protecting ourselves, and those (who?) watching us. 

I say: fuck judgement. 
Forget politeness, forget it--for when the heart speaks, from a place of love, from a place of truth, it'll all come into place. 

I speak from the heart,
I speak from the time when candles burn,
when the streets go silent and the stars are our companions.

I speak from my skin,
when it calls for hands and yearns for contact.

I speak from my mind,
as it lets go from rush hour and commitments, 
but becomes the wild creative voice.

I speak from my feet,
tired of the pavement but ready to run from fear.

I speak from within,
all of me, 
all full of love, me.
I speak from the faith of possibilities,
I speak here, there and everywhere,
even from those "weak" moments when we let our impulses and instincts GO. 
Where i dare to say i miss you, it's you i'm thinking about, and i want to shout i like you and that i wish you were thinking about me and wanting to see me and maybe wondering where i am, what i'm doing, who is with me, because that is going through my mind right now.

I rather say it, I rather write it, speak it, than be afraid of what's, why's, who's, where's, what's, and ultimately oh no's.

--master Shakespeare speaks for most of us at times, but we hold the same courage, the same inside wealth of heart, and soul yearning to love.

Fía.

Mountains of Pink, Streets of Blue

Through the windshield I come across a landscape that paralyzes me for a second.
The fact that moments like this still hit me, blows my mind.

I drive through the busy streets, where the pavement is a deep color blue, almost deep blue sea.
Look forward.
Up and ahead the Andes are pink: from rose-pink to red-wine.
Unbelievable. 

I look around for an accomplice in natures beautiful crime, and I see none.  
I see bodies, shadows, walking, crossing the street looking down.
Why down?
Look up! 

Sunken by the deep blue pavement. 

Mountains of pink up and ahead. Pink up above to the clouds. 
Where the light is found, where freedom lies and floats and smiles.
Feet of blue, hearts of pink.

White dust.

This is some lucid writing from a NYC based yoga/meditation teacher.  Some thoughts to share, ideas to communicate and hopefully allow further connection with who is reading...

All is impermanent. Everything wears out and breaks down. We can all agree on this, but emotionally, we want and expect permanence. On an emotional level, we resist change, impermanence, and death.

At the everyday level of frustration, we experience impermanence and use daily activities to shield us from our fundamentally ambiguous state of affairs. We expend a lot in order to ward of impermanence and death. We don't like it that the body changes shape, the senses deteriorate, and the mind fails. We don't like it that we age and will die. We are averse to wrinkles, sagging skin, thinning or grey hair. We use products as if we actually believe that our skin, eyes, hair, teeth, can somehow escape impermanence.

We all know we will die one day, but at the same time we have the habit of thinking that things will always be the way they are now, so in reality it is very difficult for us to imagine the truth of our own death actually happening to us.

The aim of Buddhist teachings is to liberate us from all limitations and to remove emotional blocks to happiness, compassion, and wisdom. Accepting the truth of impermanence isn't becoming negative or adopting a doom and gloom attitude, it just means we begin to see through the illusory appearance of things. Accepting the truth of impermanence also means we start to eliminate the habitual thinking that has made us so naive so as to think there is a way to escape uncertainty and death. As the truth of impermanence slowly seeps into our awareness, we gradually and wholeheartedly relax into the inherent groundlessness of our situation.

The fear of death hits us all,

The fear of letting go,

The fear of losing,

The fear of missing out. 

I see death as part of one big whole.

A wing of the magnificent butterfly called existence. 

A wing, so fragile and yet so forceful.

A little wing that allows us to fly.

Just one wing, for it's partner needs it for take-off.

This partner, called life is its mistress.

Its mistress, its lover, its inamorata, its beloved, its wife.

Both translucent, both covered by the magical gold dust of faith.

There is no life without death,

nor death without life. 

To think of such thing is a delusion.

See (really see) life,

Welcome (really welcome) death.

This does not mean don't live life and wait to die,

but live life and live death.

It is 8 am in the morning, the day is foggy and i feel i am in a world of white dust. 

I can barely see my tree neighbors, the mountains nearby. 

It is Friday, and my eyelids hold a heavier weight than any given Monday...

Yet in this misty, fuzzy, vague cloud I feel the clarity, smell the insights of the Buddhist teachings. 

Fía.

CONCERTO

when do we allow ourselves to bathe in our own breath?
feel like a drop of silky oil
surrender to the compassionate earth
and beat up and down in truth?

let it rain
(even if it's our own tears)
clean us away 
or tinker with our skin.

Bathe me.

let the song of those with us,
far, close, here and already gone
be heard.

Seduce me.

let me synchronize with your lungs
sway with you
undulate, ripple with you.

My back with yours
my hands find you
conquer slowly.
You are the sweetest 
rise and downfall.

what if i closed my eyes 
and felt you here, breathed you all the way here?

i'm oil
in.
i'm oil
out.
i'm oil.

i hum a little birdy song
a tiny concerto
tiny tiny.

-Fía.

Invitation

This is an invitation.
An invitation to speak.
To speak truly, really, honestly.
To speak whole-heartedly.
To speak with your eyes.
To speak with your back.
To speak with your hips, knees, toes.

This is an invitation.
An invitation to love.
Love with your skin.
Love with your neck .
Love with your lips.
Love with your shoulders. elbows, hands, fingertips.

This is an invitation to passion.
-Fía.


AN INVITATION-

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living

I want to know what you ache for

and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are

I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool

for love

for your dreams

for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...

I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow

if you have been opened by life's betrayals

or have become shriveled and closed

from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain

mine or your own

without moving to hide it

or fade it

or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy

mine or your own

if you can dance with wildness

and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your

fingers and toes

without cautioning us to

be careful

be realistic

to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me

is true.

I want to know if you can

disappoint another

to be true to yourself.

If you can bear the accusation of betrayal

and not betray your own soul.

If you can be faithless

and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty

even when it is not pretty

every day.

And if you can source your own life

from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure

yours and mine

and still stand on the edge of the lake

and shout to the silver of the full moon,

"Yes."

It doesn't interest me

to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up

after a night of grief and despair

weary and bruised to the bone

and do what needs to be done

to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know

or how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand

in the center of the fire

with me

and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom

you have studied.

I want to know what sustains you

from the inside

when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone

with yourself

and if you truly like the company you keep

in the empty moments.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

La Ciudad de Lavanda

La Ciudad de Lavanda

El Reino de los Grillos

La Ciudad Albina

Pasadizos de gatos

Lugar de maravilla. Lugar donde las hadas nacen y adquieren alas de colores. 

Entre los llamativos verdes lima-limón, verdes furiosos y verdes profundos hay criaturas jamás vistas. Se les escucha, se les presiente, se les huele...mas no se dejan ver. 

Viven en castillos de blanco. Blanca piedra, blancos muros donde quema el sol. 

La mano destructora, la mente aprovechadora de nuestra especie los aterra y no concuerda con su vivir. No se dejan ver.

He pasado mucho tiempo sola dentro de un concierto de gente. 

He estado en silencio rodeada de bulla.

Años de escaparme, y ahora soy mi mayor compañía. 

Yo conmigo observo mi mundo alrededor. 

    Mundo construido por mi mente, cuerpo, emociones y sentidos. 

    Una composición de realidad. 

    Los obstáculos son mis obstáculos. 

    Los desafíos míos...propios. 

En viaje.

Qué está al azar? Me gusta pensar que nada, pues todo es parte mía o parte de mí. 

Nada es trivial.

Para mí 

Contigo. Seas quien seas. Pero estas.

Las lecciones a aprender son mías, presentadas en el momento debido. 

Las tomo? Las ignoro? 

Me responsabilizo?

Yo conmigo misma, en mi silencio, en mi soledad logro disipar la niebla...poco a poco. Un poco. 

No es fácil y tengo momentos de debilidad.  

Aprendo, sí. Aprendo sobre la diferencia. Mi diferencia. Yo, tu, ellos, nosotros. 

Aprendo del gustar. Gusto, no gusto. Gustas, no gustas. Gustaré y gustarás.

Aprendo del estar. Del querer estar, de la elección. Es una elección.

En una tierra lejana, de lengua desconocida e irreconocible. En un lugar donde mi cáscara no se reconoce, pero los corazones laten igual y el cuerpo sangra igual. Los mares que emanan y recorren nuestras mejillas son igualmente salados. 

Inhalo el aroma lila,

Sigo el ritmo de los insectos,

Mi piel morena contrasta el blanco

Ronroneo de manera felina

Siento el sol.

Yo conmigo aprendo a amar. 

El expandir el corazón con pasión y compasión. 

Del amar entendiendo, comprendiendo. 

Amo con mi piel, amo con mis pestañas, amo con mis pies. 

Me ama mucho, poquito, nada.

Si la elección es tan simple entre amar y no-amar, por qué no jugar las cartas que tenemos y por qué no entregarse brazos abiertos al porvenir?

Un abrazo de pasión, donde sentiré tu cuerpo contra el mío, donde inhalaré y exhalaré tu mismo aire, donde nuestra cercanía nos derretirá haciéndonos viajar a alguna estrella lejana.

Fía.

HVALA, GRAZIE

Sola en mi plenitud. 

Momentos de silencios indescriptibles. 

Momentos de reflexión: de mis capacidades, de mis reacciones, de mis hábitos, mis tendencias con/para los demás y conmigo misma.

El sentido y deseo de tener hogar. 

El ser como soy.

El deseo de compartir. El deseo de entregar(me), recibir y construir. 

La importancia del lenguaje, lenguaje que ama, lenguaje que une, lenguaje que destruye.

La corrosión del dinero. El despertar de status, ambición y diferenciación entre la hermandad humana. Frialdad de alma. 

Los regalos inesperados, mágicos de la vida. El universo habla y uno escucha. El universo dibuja y uno ve. 

Los lazos verdaderos de amistad y momentos de compartir. Contar historias del corazón. Nadar, hablar, reír, querer.

Fuerza del corazón. Fuerza de mi corazón, que no se debe confundir con sensibilidad.

Enseñanzas del perdón. Del abandono del ideal, lo perfecto e inalterable. 

Respirar el primer y último aire. Bocanada de vida, beso apasionado. 

Estar. 

The wind hums in my ear,

I caress the white pebbles,

I am bathed by the blue crystalline water.

The shore.

I give myself to the beating surface that seduces me so.

Arms wide open, chest rises and falls.

I stare at the open sky,

so big

so vast

so wow.

I spread my toes,

electric feel

of being alive.

There is music inside me,

there is an endless canvas to paint,

words to whisper, hymns to chant.

Ser libélula

Ser Libélula 

Ser nube

Ser agua

Ser hormiga.

Los caminos del bosque

Las vías del cielo

Los recorridos de la montaña.

Tu espalda

Mi hogar.

The night creeps in, the light dims down.

Barriers, rationale, logic! 

No longer the driver. 

The feel of skin, the murmur of breath and the undulant movement of my spine, your spine-- is so rich. 

Chocolate fudge rich.

Is this the left part of the brain kicking in?

No language, just feel.

Colors.

Light.

Buscarte, encontrarte, regresar, continuar.

Enroscarme en tu pecho, volar junto a tí.

Como libélula, acariciarnos con alas full speed.

Como nube tocarte de manera coqueta y luego fundirnos en una nueva imagen.

Como agua unirme a tu fluir, deslizarnos juntos sobre rocas y brillar con el sol.

Como hormiga encontrar granitos de azúcar y transportar gotas de lluvia a casa.

Ser

Ser

Soy.

Puente

Puente

Unión de dos lados.

Unión de dos mundos.

Unión de dos cuerpos.

Conexión

Vía

Arteria 

Liason.

Cuándo es real? Cuanto?

Cuándo es fantasía?

Brujería?

Perderse entre los reinos de los deseos y lo que podemos tocar.

Me quemo.

Manos de fuego.

Mente de hoguera--me quemo y ardo.

Si mis labios y lengua se congelaran...

Puente de madera,

Puente de acero,

Puente de cuerda,

Puente de aliento.

Cruza el puente,

Llega hasta mí.

Camina sobre agua,

Ten fe en mí.

Puente 

Puente

Puente

Ven.

LA OTRA VIDA

La otra vida de una mujer del mar.

En tiempos aquellos donde ella era de montaña.

Jugaba con tierra, con ramas y pinos. Ahora con amigos de arena y sal.

Cómo no soñar con elfos, madera y radiantes rayos de luz entre las hojas? Si su vida era la tierra, sus colores verde y café. 

Mujer de piernas fuertes, manos ásperas, corazón palpitante, furioso, pero tan tierno.

Ahora se encuentra rendida ante las olas, con aire de algas, metálico, y áspera como la sal. Baila cuando llueve.

No sabe por qué, pero sueña con abejas y fogatas de madera. Encontrar rayos de luz en pétalos de flor.

Los astros le muestran su hogar submarino, azul. Su cuerpo de pulmones anchos la guían por corrientes y corales. 

Su pasión late y aúlla por correr praderas de maíz, como una aguja caliente que punza por su espalda y atraviesa su corazón. 

Por qué esta amargura? Este sentir inadecuado? 

Sus penas son breves pero vibran inquietantes. 

Mujer del mar con pies empolvados.

Conoce tu historia y ahora abre tu ser al mar y al amor de burbujas. 

Lloraste, sentiste, amaste y caíste.

La otra vida.

La rueda gira, el hilo se teje. 

Ayer, trenzas de canela, hoy canto de sirena. 

La otra vida.

Punza, late y se libera.

Se quema.

Desde alta mar mira la montaña. Sonríe.  Tu fuiste montaña, tu eres montaña y mar.

Esta vida...

Espuma.

Judgement of the moon and stars

The judgement of the moon and stars

There is something about being high and humble.

Something about free spirit and liberating soul.

There is much to be said about prejudice, judgement and condemnation.

Much to be said about right and wrong.

There isn't much word on being humble, surrendering and letting go.

Like the lover Juliet I call out for the night, the fiery night, the black mantle night. 

Where i would cut you out in little pieces and make of you a starry night. Make the whole world fall in love with night, forget about the sun.

The moon makes us howl, the stars make us fly. 

There is the beauty of being high, passionate, full of yearn, but so alive.

Is this the power of night? Or is it doom? 

I fall, I rise, I lose, I win, I burn.

...íbamos tan lejos que olvidábamos volver....

SITTING

Oh I'm on my way, I know I am, somewhere not so far from here
All I know is all I feel right now, I feel the power growing in my hair
Sitting on my own not by myself, everybody's here with me
I don't need to touch your face to know, and I don't need to use my eyes to see
I keep on wondering if I sleep too long, will I always wake up the same (or so)?
And keep on wondering if I sleep too long, will I even wake up again or something
Oh I'm on my way I know I am, but times there were when I thought not
Bleeding half my soul in bad company, I thank the moon I had the strength to stop
I'm not making love to anyone's wishes, only for that light I see
'Cause when I'm dead and lowered low in my grave, that's gonna
be the only thing that's left of me
And if I make it to the waterside, will I even find me a boat (or so)?
And if I make it to the waterside, I'll be sure to write you a note or something
Oh I'm on my way, I know I am, somewhere not so far from here
All I know is all I feel right now, I feel the power growing in my hair
Oh life is like a maze of doors and they all open from the side you're on
Just keep on pushing hard boy, try as you may
You're going to wind up where you started from
You're going to wind up where you started from
- CAT STEVENS