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Do you remember the litter of abandoned cats
we used to look for?

Those tiny little creatures appearing dispersed,
With different colors,

They injected us surprise when they gazed
With those cute eyes.

In the old street between the streetlamp and the waste container.

Now I searched from time to time
But not even a cub...

And I miss when we used to...
There´s  a new dimension,
It´s called Truth.
If you have attention
As you hold youth.
Don´t you dare waste it
It´s not bullet proof.
So you better taste it.
We never get to know
How big is the world we live in.

It´s all made of invisible ties,
We pertain to the roots of the past.

And if you look for all you´ve learned
You just see the tip of the iceberg.

If you asked me what love is
I couldn't´t grasp the feeling

Because it´s deeper than I know.
It´s like when you yell at dusk

And your voice echoes.
It never reaches the end.

And so the voice turns to you.
I wonder where my nightfalls
Go, when they pass candidly
And violet swallows the sunlight
The world is not better after I became a Monk.
But in the meantime I changed the way I see it.

So there are always space for improving,
Even our perception of the outside.
Do you know the feeling when you can´t feel your leg,
After a long period of being seated in the same position.
You want but you can´t get up...

That happens also when you are sad.
The dormancy of the spirit.

You know that if you concentrate,
Wait a little while, it will pass.

And you can go on...
The sky was open, solemn and bright.
My intriguing mind wondering what would happen next.
My Life, elements of so many hard times and frustrations
Charging my Soul, crushing me sometimes
In a silent root, played with invisible hands.

I guess the World is a strange place,
For each one of us, a different meaning.
We fall like the rain, each drop from the sky
We stay here, we grow, we laugh, we cry

Then one day, we return
We go perhaps to the same place
A place we call Home, near the stars...

In this moment it´s raining as when I born
After a moment of Pain and Joy
I wish this brings a beautiful journey
In this great Universe.
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