Inner Babel / Babel Interior

We are losing our parents We are becoming orphans Gray haired orphans Pretending to be strong As they once did They are leaving us behind One by one They are betraying their promises They are abandoning us As they've never done before We are alone In the dark, we find ourselves  And we want to call them out: "Stay a little longer!" "Hold my hand once more!" "Make the bad dreams go away!"  We feel the lines crawling on our faces One for each disappointment, each frustration One for every loss, e very dream that is no more They have carved sulks in our faces  They have changed our smiles We let out a few tears When what we truly want is to scream To despair,  To fall apart Yet, we don't We won't We hold on We are the parents of our children  We are the parents of our parents We are our parents We pretend to be strong

A mask Everybody wears Now The mask is the face Now  The mask is part of you The truth and the mask The lies and the mask  Now The mask is  you  Now  You are the mask

E na janela a gente podia ver um elefante voador. Era verdade! Muito leve, flutuava lentamente, em paz. Contei para ele, mas ele levantou a sobrancelha direita e espremeu o olho esquerdo, entortando o canto da boca para cima. Eu conhecia essa expressão. Ele permaneceu de costas para a janela. Nem por um segundo virou. Nem uma espiadinha de canto de olho! Não insisti. Relaxou a expressão, sorriu, chamou o garçom. Suspirei! O que mais podia fazer? Suspirei, mas mantive os olhos fixos na janela, enquanto ele pedia as bebidas, os pratos, o dele e o meu.  Mantive os olhos na janela, enquanto ele comandava o garçom com aquela voz de dono do mundo. Ele se gabava de saber lidar com as pessoas, de obter delas tudo o que desejava.  Talvez eu tivesse acreditado nisso, um dia. Hoje, só o que via era um sujeito mandão e grosseiro.  Conseguia as coisas porque usava essa sua grosseria com funcionários, serviçais, garçons, isso sim! Fiquei imaginando quantas cinzas de cig...

From my hotel window, I watch a procession of colorful umbrellas pass on yet another rainy day in Budapest. I think about what I've left behind, things    that could not have been, dreams never fulfilled. A rainy day, not much different from any other day of this week, in this place that  is, to me, a door to the unknown east and all the mysterious stories of my childhood. Umbrellas parade around the walls of the Fishermen's bastion, the color of lime, orange, red, purple, light blue and bright pink. I see them walking around through the drops of rain that distort the view through my window. I take a sip of my capuccino.  I woke up late, the cold makes my tropical soul lazy, and I wait for the Hungarian lady to throw me out of the breakfast room, telling me and the young couple on the table at the corner that breakfast time is over. I look at the couple and I guess they had been awake for a while, but had been too caught up with each other to remember breakfas...

" What's on your mind?" asked the lizard. "Worlds are on my mind. Worlds lying beyond this insignificant place of ours." Replied the little delicate creature.  "And what would you do if you could reach them?" inquired still the reptile.  "I would sunk my teeth deep on each one of them. I'd live more than a thousand lives. I 'd dive into all my passions and follow on every whim." answered the seemingly frail winged animal.  The lizard smirked: "But you don't even have teeth, silly ignoble dreamer!"  "Be certain, I would grow some!"  Retorted the creature, turning around and resolutely flapping  its wings in the direction of the silvery shining sky.  The lizard remained still, its cold blood even colder,  its eyes, static, staring at the imenseness above.  The creature, it never saw it again. But now, the lonely lizard could not help, it could not control, it could not resist. While standing on its rock, feeling ...

Be chaos Be doubt Be anguish Be confusion But Be love Be great Be whole Be true

A lost soul   Trespassing boundaries Invading dreams Following whims A lost soul Breaking fences Transcending limits Dismantling defenses A lost soul Glowing Finally found  Shining In the core matter Of the vital energy In the fifth dimension Of flawless harmony In the deepest time-space connection  In the straight unstoppable direction  Of the purest state  Of life

Andava entre aqui e ali, entre lá e cá. A cabeça nas nuvens, os pés nem sempre no chão. Não fora assim toda a vida, tudo era, até há pouco, nitidamente preto e branco, tudo muito certo ou tudo muito errado. Linha traçada em caneta de pena. Tudo claro, tudo às claras.  Hoje, não. Infinitos tons de imedidas cores, vibrantes tons, extasiam seu olhar e misturam sentimentos e pensamentos. Levam à criação de um mundo novo, exuberante, rico e apavorante. Nesse mundo, não se pisa em chão firme, o chão flutua em pedaços, de um passo a outro, de um salto a outro. Não se sabe se afunda na próxima pisada ou alça vôo e alcança o infinito. Caminha nesse mundo, às vezes com alegria, às vezes com cautela, ou mesmo medo.  Mundo novo. As cores inebriam, acendem sonhos adormecidos, despertam desejos atordoados, que ressurgem como foguetes lançados ao espaço, incendiários. Tudo novo, tudo mais antigo que o mundo, tudo a aprender, engatinhar. Tanta luz, tanta cor, tanto mundo. Ela acabara...

Intimacy is a delicate thing The wings of a dragonfly  The toutou of a porcelain ballerina The rim of a crystal glass The transparent surface of a floating bubble Intimacy is a  delicate thing Do not hold it t oo long Do not try to stretch it, bend it Do not  sink your teeth on it Do not press it too strong It may make you bleed Uncover your weaknesses Expose your nakedness Leave you bare It may  vanish  Turn into  ashes Disappear   Before your eyes Intimacy  This delicate Imanescent Beautiful  Fleeting little thing

Learn to deal with your own boredom. You are not allowed in the playground anymore. You've grown up! Your legs don't fit inside the toys and the rides are no longer as exciting. Deal with your tedious moments. Struggle not to fall into old habits, not to fall for deceptively easy temptations. Focus on your movement, the deep diving into your soul, into your needs and dreams. Take time into your hands. Use it well! Stare at the skies, the stars, but also the dark intervals between them, the trees, the leaves, dead, alive, their hues, their importance in the scheme of Nature.  Do not underestimate the importance of what is dead, or dying, but do not let it consume you. Appreciate life, beginning to end! Take pauses, when you need. Do not impose a different pace then your heartbeats'.  Daydream, because you must. Make plans! Hope! Remember who you are! Be there, with you, each step of the way. Find out what you're not.  Submerge your amphibious self, feed from the...