They seek the contact.
Let go the loneliness,
therefore,
sorrow won’t never come,
may this dream never finish,
and may be
prolonged all the elation…
All the moments constitute in one single breathing,
extend as we compose it to the
maximum is totally up to each one of us.
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| foto by Eddie |
Complexity?
No,
never!
Ephemeral happiness perhaps,
and yet a smile,
hold tight your eyes,
everything looks so small,
the paces so short,
fading grin,
gone with I can’t…
OH! Life!
You and your mysterious humans.
Neither the foreigner in a domestic land
escapes an ice cream with bread,
in a café at the Champs Elyseés,
through the ghettos of Paris;
or at the forest of lost trees in the heart of Golden Gate Park,
by the slopes of San Francisco;
and yet at Flamengo
Park,
by the grounded bay tired of Rio de Janeiro;
or by the innumerous subway stations of New York,
full of tiny
rodents,
those residents of the tracks of the night…
Lastly,
I see that the art of breathing,
continues to be more and more difficult,
by ourselves anyways,
because so many barriers we think exists.
01/29/91 - Rio de Janeiro