Long, complete ethereal...

Time goes by... we march... march... where? What is your destination, pilgrim? Are you conscious about the terms of the deal? What are you breathing for? Your purpose? Your cause? What's your ultimate fight?

Clouds above, solid earth behind... wind, wrapping all the deceptions around, all the dreams that so many try to shatter...

...don't you want to understand that your tomb is just something you just chose? I guess, you do, you did... but probable bravery was never one of your choices...

Look around, look closer!!! Don't you see so much beauty? So much magic.. So much perfection? You just let your miseries take over... but there is a way back... there has always been... it is not too late... for those who repent sincerely... not for convenience... but for conviction...

It is the time, your time... what's gonna be? what's gonna happen?

Allow yourself to trust in yourself, that's the beginning, the start of the rest of a long, complete and wonderful life...

Freedom

Attached to tinsels and accessories... is it possible to fight for the sun when you oblige yourself to be caged? Once the pilgrim looked at the horizons and understood the magic from the renounce. The dance of the hills started and soon the redemption will cure the lost hopes.
When everything seems to be lost, it is when the right time comes. It is not possible to fly burdened with empty hearts... it is not possible to adore the prairie surrounded by walls...
The labyrinth of your hesitations drowns your magnificence. Time should be your ally and becomes the traitor. Walls are crying and the little kids lost their illusions before even starting.
Destined to flourish... for greatness... in the way to the stars... kissed by decorations of humility, goodness and softness...
Can they see that what we are is what we dream of?
Can they see that what we are is what we do?
Can you see that what we are is what we long for?
Obsessed by permanency and the cult of shallow anecdotes... and at the end of the road, just the lethal consequences...
Are you free? Are you going to the rainbow? Are you in motion like the wind? Keeping yourself floating over the early echo?
Are you able to do what you deep inside feel have to do?
Are you willing to smile at the beggar and embrace the thorn?
What do you bet on? So many things to hold on to, right?
The palace is built, I can see. So many days, so many moments... going where?
Silence... immense silence... suddenly a question... the question... from so many places... from them... a timeless question: can you stand alone? Can you?
Roofs and alleys, when the sun dances, it is the sound of your poetry that shakes the world... it is just the profusion of your braveries the only one able to lead you to the soft catharsis...
The price of your liberty is the cause of your boldness... There is so much perfection in the attempt... so much harmony! One day, by following that path, the dark side of your fear, will become the sweetest hankering...
You decided to strive for the anonymous goodbye... you dared Gods and oracles... and the tidal waves accompany you since then...

...keep dancing... keep going... your breath tastes of illusion and your way is simply unstoppable... the rainbows are there with open arms... so close... and your pace is light... because at last you just got it: you flow...

Para los azules cielos

A menudo un huracán de indecisión arriba y nos zarandea. Un remolino de hojarasca en forma de inmovilidad e incertidumbre trata de apresarnos con cadenas de temor. 
En algún lugar, un guerrero mira con semblante sereno la recién finalizada puesta de sol. Es una mirada mezcla de admiración y agradecimiento... de decisión y suave aceptación... de paz y también de búsqueda...
La sucesión de los días, -sagradas oportunidades de poder seguir cumpliendo nuestros sueños en forma de destinos-, nos susurran que cada instante no es sino un cruce de caminos en los que debemos decidir... usando la cabeza y siguiendo nuestros corazones... porque de ese modo, cualquier decisión, cualquier inquietud, habrá sido abordada con el método correcto...
No se trata de acostumbrarse, pues en la rutina reside la semilla del abandono. Tiene que ver más bien con tu espíritu, regalado para a través de la experiencia, ser capaces de explotar sus ilimitadas posibilidades... incluso para llegar al mismísimo Arco Iris.

Amigo, vendrán momentos duros. Nos tocará sufrir y navegar por aguas de dificultad. Pero si hay un modo por el cual convertirnos en peregrinos de brillantes armaduras, es precisamente éste: cabalgando sobre lomos de dificultad.

De este modo, los desafíos son motivos de alegría y el sufrimiento, esa cálida caricia que modela una existencia otorgada para ser capaces de en la última estación, esbozar una pura sonrisa...         

Ahora

Luminosos brazos para alcanzar el tacto...
La puerta está entreabierta y una fina línea divide el horizonte del eclipse...
Ha sido un largo camino...
¿Cómo es tu halo?
¿Cómo es el carisma de tus entrañas?

Más pronto que tarde ese ensayo se convertirá en una delicada representación...
y el azul de tu temperamento empapará el universo entero...

No hay perdón para quien está verdaderamente arrepentido...
No hay disculpas cuando el remordimiento impregna tu inocencia...
No lamentos cuando nunca sabremos nada...

Bordeando el precipicio hubo una llamada...
Era el eco de tus incredulidades...
Era la tierra de tus previas existencias...
Era la lluvia danzando con el futuro..
Eras tú... Era el ahora y siempre... era ahora y nunca...
Eras precisamente ahora...