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Edmundo Mar 2021
Reborn as a part of myself goes by as I breathe my time away

Reborn as thoughts can never live more than a second
Reborn as my soul washes itself new every minute
Reborn as the memories i have change by the hour
Reborn as the person I wake up as every different day
Reborn as better than the one I learned with last month
Reborn as the day I accomplish one more year
Reborn as the person I am now birthed of the one portrayed last decade
Reborn at each glimpse in my life
Reborn - a wave breathes the ocean
To be reborn is to pass Time
Edmundo Mar 2021
A arte de viver
E todo dia aprender
Todo momento nos perdoar
Erramos por amar
Erramos por se preocupar
Erramos por ser humano errar
Aprendendo pra melhorar
Pensando pra que pensar
Sabe lá como faz para viver
O jeito é aprender
Edmundo Mar 2021
Indecision making
As I sail this boat
In destiny you don’t get a vote
The winds steal my control
And the ocean in motion
Puts fear in my heart to choose
Fearing I’ll lose
Then
Indecision making
Edmundo Mar 2021
What is called that one home
That won’t leave me alone on the rain
And has no roof
Has no walls standing
No floor nor doors
No bed and no windows

But is more comfortable than any other
Warm as the morning in the summer
Beautiful as the songs of the birds
Indescribable by any known words

This home is you
And your embrace
And your grace
And your loving eyes
Blue as the skies
Edmundo Mar 2021
Hey there you beautiful swing in the air
That bursts in the dark for me to meet
That takes the weight off my feet
Retires me from my despair
Beautiful shining masterpiece

Glows like a lantern in the dark
Wounds and heals the sky like a spark
Like a loved one on sight
Bright, like the ocean that mirrors the stars

A painter’s job well done
When the moon paints the sky
With the brightness of the shy
And gives warmth to the cold air
Retires me from my despair

I’m ready to sink into the ocean
To lose my sense in its filled shallow mystique
To be a part into the circus of my troupe
To retire from my despair
While my balance is in repair
Edmundo Mar 2021
How does the ocean paints so well ?
The inkblots of white
That populates the sky
How does a drop of water
Turns to a mirror

How can a cloud feel?
And some forest leaves, smile as emeralds
And a rose, sings love
And a sunflower, passes as a guide to a star above

How one does not appreciate a star
That is inside his eye but yet still far
How one does not appreciate the moon
That soothes the air not too soon
That caresses the expressions of the ocean
How one does not feel the sun
That is ever-present inside each and everyone
Edmundo Mar 2021
All the things that exists
Are somehow a seed
Of all the things that will be

As all love can turn to hate
And a bad day can turn great
All are seeds
Just treat them right
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