Right now

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Right now

I feel strong

I feel clear

Right now

I can see

See the sea

See ourselves

See you

And even more

I see me

Right now

Words are flying

In emotions

And love is natural

Love for yourself

And sharing

Seems so simple

Right now

We are in a moment

Of transition

And I am here

Right now

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Walk Through Walls: A Memoir by Marina Abramović

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It was in maybe in October last year, when I saw Marina Abramovic’s book ‘Walk Through Walls’ here on the bookshelves of a store in Sao Paulo. The Portuguese title is ‘Pelas Paredes: Memórias de Marina Abramovic’. And I got it first as a present for someone else, but after reading the first page, I just wasn’t ready to give it away yet.

I have to admit, I am only half-way through but it is more of a bible of how to life your life supposedly ‘wrong’ in terms of how society works and how each step leads to bigger personal insights and development. It is a book, I just can’t read fast, because of all the implied information and the connection to my own personal story here and there. Her words are one of my many teachers.

The descriptive style is engaging, moving and not boring in any way. I guess, I will need another couple of months to finish it, but I already wanted to share this with you. Great work and my gratitude to a person who is capable of sharing.

 

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When it’s done

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Roles and expectations

We rarely ask questions
Who’s the controller
And who the caretaker?
That’s usually clear.
We do like
What we know.
Soft and washy traditions
fixed in our minds.
And when it’s done
It looks like a warfield.
Love was never the problem,
But the lack of respect
For life itself in all its facets.
Yet people prefer to talk
Instead of asking questions.

Blowing faster

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The wind blows faster

through the colorful corridor

Invites you to seek for his origins

Somewhere at the seaside

More than an hour away

People come to a quiet and calming place

To make it loud and agitated

Children scream and parents shout

Adults start talking louder

I guess that’s the way it is

when you have more than one child

Oh, dear wind! Don’t give up on blowing

refreshing my mind

and trying to bring back calmness

into this colored corridor

Voices from the past

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Just one of these nights

but rarer and rarer

Carmenére and green tea

You wish you could do the same

at this very moment

Just walk out

walk the streets

mix your feelings

let the memories come

but you live in the wrong city

you’re living in a secret prison

you’re being maybe a secret person

nights come and cover

and homes become cages

and wandering souls

only keep wandering in their own minds.

 

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Kika

_.-,´+#.

 

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Love’s Stages

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This poem was written for my brother-in-law and his beautiful wife. They got married in December and this is what came to my mind.

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Love’s Stages

When young
we chase it
Madly passionate about the other
and head over heels
We give our bodies away
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While growing older
We feel a stronger need to share
Our deepest thoughts
And to be held
by someone truly special
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While growing together
We learn to listen
And therefore understand
We may kiss less passionate
But grip much stronger
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While letting the fruits
Of our attraction grow
We learn about limitations
And unconditional love
Nurturing itself
From generation to generation
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May love be your companion
And make life worth living
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by: Igotdaisies