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.