After so many years there is one person I know a little bit more. It’s myself. I have been pushed ,I have been influenced. I have seen deception or at least what seems like it, but it is not. I am me a person who’s here to create and live a life full of expressions and colors
A life cut off from the influence of the everyday lie with a touch of selfishness. A life with a desire to thraw some colors out of my brain and hands, a life of admiration for my inside me that try so hard to direct me to this absolute beauty of awarness. I am here to express happiness by what I create from the bottom of my soul that will make me the happiest person on earth because I am myself. Death doesn’t exist which makes even more powerful my encounter with creativity. I am immortal because of what I make it and what I leave behind me. A print of my soul.
I forget the dark. I bring the light. I bring the child in me and look around to see the beauty , then peace brings me clear thinking and by the start of a sound, a note, a song , a line of color will appear and then the flow of creativity.
A line, a color, à smile, à look, à perfume, in one moment my life becomes magic. I become the person I always wanted to be. In a moment of insanity I become the happiest person on earth and to keep this thought I close my eyes and cast it forever in a lost corner of my mind to bring it back on a day when the light isn’t lit yet.
Awake, outside, it’s cold, my eyes are closed and nothing can disturb my flow of images going through my centered brain. I feel good, I am finely in relation with nature. At that point I know my day is drawn and nothing can stop the best of day of my life.
Look is deceiving but I don’t care. Who I am is my power. My mirror doesn’t show my soul, my language isn’t working on that foreign land. My mind and my hands are my best tools to throw arrows of light into a world so diverse. My eyes closed I pray for keeping this candle lit forever in me. This is how I am beautiful.
Marked for life. So many lesson learned. I will never be the same. Only when is too late my light lit. A new life started, we were far but now incredibly close we are. Always in my mind, you made a difference by your good and bad, and only now I remember your voice and keywords, who now stuck in so i can share them with others. Be quiet world and listen, listen to your inner you, it has all the answers. Love you my brother.
A sound , a note wake me up. I see blue and yellow, orange and olive green. A dream takes shape, i feel so good. I am away in a foreign time and space. I make a print of my mind.
Moment of glory, I feel like a star. Tomorrow will be just like yesterday. I won’t forget but they will. My mind will always stay in peace The light will never stop radiate through the years, and my heart will always keep beating to warm up this world with some brush strokes coming out of my internal space, full of intergalactic vibration.
Did not witnessed it in real. Bright colors in a falling sky. Inspiration comes and go but the feel of going back in time attract the brush stokes.
Appreciation of a great day starts with the right thinking. I love piece in the morning, it brings the light. Comfort and happiness at waking up stays all day. Keep the negatve as an outsider. I am immune of stupidity, I am better than that.
Nature so quiet, you show me the nature of my roots. Covered of a white mist you help me to remember my childhood so peacefully simple. Just like an artist carving his project you change without effort. Not complicated you give the lesson of staying simple.
I am bullied by a block of butter, the cake looks at me with a smile, the sugar call my name. Food knows me. I need to be strong and resist to the temptation. The lettuce is quiet, the carrots are locked in the fridge, I can’t hear you beautiful broccoli. The steak got my attention but I am strong and care about my health. Maybe later oh dear cake but I am fidele to a salad before a steak . lovely cake I will have just a bite.