vacio

how could something 

which never existed, be destroyed

or a love be purchased, 

that was never for sale

these days

dark and mournful mornings

summon

the promise of a new day

Refuge

Refuge=Rufugio

Es el lugar, donde me encuentro tan a gusto.

Todo lo de afuera, 

yo voy pa' dentro

La música es mi guía, 

mi salvación en cuanto canto 

y suena en harmonía con su voz

Son momentos que me alivia el dolor,

me suelta el temor,

el sitio donde los enfados 

no tienen el porque

me fundo en sus brazos

y de nuevo

me incorporo

en el mundo

"being"

thyme will tell

the 4th wall

lately I've those images

that needn't be captured on "film"

their permanence in my mind

will last until I part and

that day 

I remember so clearly

even more so, I have even succumbed to the temptation

of reliving it over, ...and over again

the weather couldn't have been more perfect

as luscious breezes accompanied my steps

while I calmly conversed yet upon

"this" entrance

my whole being froze.

(it has been brought to my attention that I scare and run easily)

Rightly so!

In theatre I always loved the notion of breaking that Fourth wall

yet never had I to achieve it.

For I always sat, 

quiet observer, 

tucked into the light booth, 

a great distance from the stage.

(and danger)

A subtle approach, sigh, to no avail.

and I remember 

entering a crowd

the sight of this "being", 

stopped me cold in my tracks

without a doubt, I stopped breathing immediately

and my heart it beat so fiercely, I feared that all could hear

and then, everything around me, 
suddenly vanished into thin air.

Quickly, I saw an escape route 
as I feigned absolute innocence

and calm, forever calm

So close was I, to fulfilling *that* dream

I ran far, I ran fast, 
I remained silent and waited for the storm to pass
.....to be continued

timing

fragments of past

in my mind, it seemed so ideal, 
manifestations of comfort, 
without fear of what lies ahead--
asking myself where it is that I shall land. 
but what really sticks out the most 
is the absolute freedom that I found in dance,

                                    For Dance is my refuge

thunder

dark water
                       
                 flickered light
                                        evidencing that
                                                                which takes you 
                                                                                         to the other shore

the wind it blows

the delicate art

of hunting sound

it moves too quick

so quick

virtually exceling 

the speed of light

tictothetalk

ticktothetalk

make mine fly

upon the wings of the owl

ascending close 

the urge

my urge

to resist

fell so close to the morrow

to the marrow of my own fire

imperceptible

anava tan poc a poc, que la seva evolución era imposible percibir, 

però mica a mica 

ja començava guanyar terreny

fallen from grace

I once lost my voice





>>Blue Jay feathers are seen to be bringers of light and joy. They are said to have the ability to brighten up even the darkest places.

Blue Jay feathers are also known to symbolize power of healing.

When in need of wisdom, finding a blue jay’s feather can signify that you are coming into a time of your life when you will understand your power, and how to weld it.

The meaning of blue jays in shamanistic terms:

*Pay attention to nonverbal cues of the people around you.
*Choose a spiritual path and go as far down it as you can.
*If fear presents itself, attack it head on with courage.
*Asses your talents and make a plan to use them fully.
*Choose a couple of the many projects on your plate and complete them.<<

descretament salvatje

home

en estos ultimos años

he vuelto a casa

La de verdad
y estoy mas feliz que nunca
El lugar 

-donde mas me quiero

-donde tan bien me conozco

-donde disfruto
Ser Yo

ando descalzo por las aceras

trabajo en el campo,

 nado en el agua
y Bailo y Canto
como antes

sin obligaciones

sin prejuicios

en harmonia con

(casi) todo
y por fin...
RESPIRO

it’s taken me so long to arrive

it’s like the days of yore

have beckoned me back

to laugh as the sun rises

to cry in the rain

and to run with the wind

it all seems so perfect

yet there is just one thing

this act of“pretending” 

is much too costly for me to endure

so for you my friend

I set you free 

to fly

to explore 

and discover

-yourself

and everything 

the very person that you are meant to be