We are such complicated creatures we are always looking for answers and reasons
I guess that's what separates us from all other animals in life
Well, we sometimes forget that we are still animals
and things in life are as simple as we think they are
we just had forgotten how to listen,
respect and answer those needs, those wonders, desires and dreams
simple as thirst, hunger, love, passion, excitement, and others
since we had become so restrained by the structure built in our society
but we can still find that peace of mind and freedom
we just need the courage and confidence to do them
its always the right thing to do when it comes truly from oneself
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Behind Meaning
If you are standing still waiting for a sign
If you are waiting to find the meaning in everything you do
Stop!
Cause there is no meaning behind
The point is to do it, so start moving- start flowing
and when you do then
by giving life to those, you are bringing meaning to yourself
to nothing else and no one else but yourself
If you are waiting to find the meaning in everything you do
Stop!
Cause there is no meaning behind
The point is to do it, so start moving- start flowing
and when you do then
by giving life to those, you are bringing meaning to yourself
to nothing else and no one else but yourself
Siesta en BA 2010
El viento comenzo a sonar
despertando las copas de los arboles de su siesta
un sonido que siempre calmo mi ser
recolectando gajos de una fresca brisa despues de un caluroso mediodia
hoy buenos aires trajo dulces recuerdos
que hablan de distantes caminos ya recorridos junto a viejas historias de vida
momentos y lugares descubiertos, casi sintiendo que aquellos ya no hablan de mi
sino de otra que recuerdo tan poco
el tiempo es tan misterioso
recuredos de enojos pasados que ya hoy no tienen ningun peso
y antes se sentian tan mortales
cuanto peso y energia ponemos a situaciones
que realmente son livianas como el aire y pasajeras como el tiempo
despertando las copas de los arboles de su siesta
un sonido que siempre calmo mi ser
recolectando gajos de una fresca brisa despues de un caluroso mediodia
hoy buenos aires trajo dulces recuerdos
que hablan de distantes caminos ya recorridos junto a viejas historias de vida
momentos y lugares descubiertos, casi sintiendo que aquellos ya no hablan de mi
sino de otra que recuerdo tan poco
el tiempo es tan misterioso
recuredos de enojos pasados que ya hoy no tienen ningun peso
y antes se sentian tan mortales
cuanto peso y energia ponemos a situaciones
que realmente son livianas como el aire y pasajeras como el tiempo
It Seems
It seems when the world became bigger, we became smaller
It seems that when this happened, our dreams became like distant stars
stars that are easily forgotten
stars that are easily pushed aside
Did we forgot about talents or did we lose our courage to fight?
Did we become lost and confused in this loud and structured world?
is this why it is so hard to decide what to do?
is this why it is so hard to know where to go in life?
It seems our view has grown but out options are still scarce
It seems that not matter what, we always end with the same conclusion:
one life
and a lifetime of discovering ourselves and others
a lifetime of getting closer to the light
It seems that when this happened, our dreams became like distant stars
stars that are easily forgotten
stars that are easily pushed aside
Did we forgot about talents or did we lose our courage to fight?
Did we become lost and confused in this loud and structured world?
is this why it is so hard to decide what to do?
is this why it is so hard to know where to go in life?
It seems our view has grown but out options are still scarce
It seems that not matter what, we always end with the same conclusion:
one life
and a lifetime of discovering ourselves and others
a lifetime of getting closer to the light
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