Walking into the tunnel of my imagination
I meet the empty sheet of paper
where all possibilities lie,
slumbering, waiting in silence

Armed with a flat brush and a rounded one
I move without thinking, just seeing
noticing what comes from the depths,
wanting to be birthed in this moment

The music blends with the colours
the bucket of water turns bluish
strokes are sweeping gently
and...

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A continuous battle of life and death
has become a dance of integration,
stagnation is transformed into kinetic energy.

Polarities, vacuums and deep gaps
has brought forth mysterious meetings
and associations with numerous nuances

Separate parts melt together
so that enchanting colours arises,
where before there was only black or white.

New spaces and perspectives
where freedom doe...

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Love or not to love?
the little girl asked into the wind,
while petal after petal
fell on the wet wooden steps

Her intense longing and hope
that a time would someday come,
when her heart would be alive again
and freely sing her own melody

Her truth and essence was denied
by the heritage of self-protection,
through encapsulated hearts
and toxic, shamebound behaviours

The inner ker...

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I´m sitting here thinking about
that young guy
in the paper
who probably lives
somewhere close to me.

He went to work early
last week
when it was still dark
on the same footpath
where I walk
almost every day

He was in a hurry
to catch the subway
and listening to music
on his cellphone

Just an ordinary guy
at the age of 24
going to work
a damp february morning

Then, all o...

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A pattern of distorted illusions
that has been repeated infinitely
and concealed the dormant strength

There lies the memory of an actual victim
and a life force that was smothered

An illusory death and emptiness,
a waiting room of foreboding menace

Raw and untamed intincts
waiting for the right moment
to awaken into life again
and make their voice heard

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A space and an ocean
of a bottomless darkness

On trembling legs and without a lifeline
I leave the ingrained and bounded behind

Falling deep, flying high
in all directions simultaneously

I let the unknown embrace me
and clean out ancient wounds

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