Jan 2018
Back to my sixteenth worst nightmare, waiting anxiously for the sign so long awaited that has never came; I demanded an explanation from the universe. I needed to understand the reasons for all that conspiracy. Even when I could hear those voices saying together so loud and clear, I was completely hollowed by the muteness breeze blowing between the maze walls. - I was trapped!
The well-known melancholic vultures were guarding my back while guiding me to the dungeon of my usual agony. It seemed like the universe wanted a proof right from the strength of my convictions. Like a violinist tries the strength of his violin's strings, the universe demanded me a proof of my true feelings and emotions. The wave frequency emanated from my will had to be graciously aligned with the exquisite symphony played among the expanding galaxies. - But how could I reach such grandiosity if I had been exposed to so many naughty frequencies before? Maybe another interference from the underworld in an attempt to extinguish the remaining source of light inside of me, imposing once again its absence of color. Breathless, I felt my soul weak. I had no more reasons or strength to struggle against the darkness. - It was all over me!
Trying to find an explanation for my pain in the obscurity of the nights and the madness within my mind, I suddenly realized that those answers I was looking for all my life were hidden behind the sunrise and not in the bowels of the dark as I used to believe before. I just had to close my eyes, dive into my dreams and wait for a new day to come.
As if God himself had blown into my ears the biggest secret of all, revealing me the truth, I've always searched for, another sun has risen in the sky. Like a sublime little sight from paradise, the smells of the white dew unfold the covers from my eyes vanishing all tears and bringing a tender relief to my disquiet soul.
As the most fortunate living creature, I kneel before your majesty to receive through the heat of its clarity, all the blessings I had wished for myself. Full of beautiful emotions, those resplendent feelings were difficult to describe because of the complexity of its singular form. Flooded of passion, I dipped in a luminescent clear jubilee leaving all the frightening fears far behind.
Grateful for his magic touch on my front, I was now ready to radiate the path on my own wherever my ways would take me. Even in the darkest caves, away from the reach of its power, his light would shine bright to protect the virtue of my essence. The devil's secret was forever revealed between those confusing messages. I could finally perceive those unwelcoming sounds understanding how he used to nourish himself from those solitary and derogatory talks. But nothing could hurt me ever again because I was aware of his traps; I was now able to release myself from his claws and search for shelter under the protection of my savior’s wide wings.
Covered with his feathers, my spirit could finally have a peaceful rest. In his arms, I felt like lulling one last time. In those arms, I felt warm like I was used to feeling in the safety of my mother’s lap, falling asleep intoxicated by the softness of her voice and solace of her simple songs. Lying on his chest, I recognized the gentle beat of her heart close to mine. As her love, his care and affection recovered the integrity of my true nature. Safe by his guard, I was able to build the foundations of the man I had to become; one who would have the right to deserve his inspiring love in the most literal way.
As a winged hero, he pulled me out from the wreckage, cleaned me up, treated my wounds, gave food to my spirit and showed me the doors of heaven. Crossing those doors I found the beauty he had always told me about. On the other side of those doors, I could finally find my lost self.
Max Araújo
The well-known melancholic vultures were guarding my back while guiding me to the dungeon of my usual agony. It seemed like the universe wanted a proof right from the strength of my convictions. Like a violinist tries the strength of his violin's strings, the universe demanded me a proof of my true feelings and emotions. The wave frequency emanated from my will had to be graciously aligned with the exquisite symphony played among the expanding galaxies. - But how could I reach such grandiosity if I had been exposed to so many naughty frequencies before? Maybe another interference from the underworld in an attempt to extinguish the remaining source of light inside of me, imposing once again its absence of color. Breathless, I felt my soul weak. I had no more reasons or strength to struggle against the darkness. - It was all over me!
Trying to find an explanation for my pain in the obscurity of the nights and the madness within my mind, I suddenly realized that those answers I was looking for all my life were hidden behind the sunrise and not in the bowels of the dark as I used to believe before. I just had to close my eyes, dive into my dreams and wait for a new day to come.
As if God himself had blown into my ears the biggest secret of all, revealing me the truth, I've always searched for, another sun has risen in the sky. Like a sublime little sight from paradise, the smells of the white dew unfold the covers from my eyes vanishing all tears and bringing a tender relief to my disquiet soul.
As the most fortunate living creature, I kneel before your majesty to receive through the heat of its clarity, all the blessings I had wished for myself. Full of beautiful emotions, those resplendent feelings were difficult to describe because of the complexity of its singular form. Flooded of passion, I dipped in a luminescent clear jubilee leaving all the frightening fears far behind.
Grateful for his magic touch on my front, I was now ready to radiate the path on my own wherever my ways would take me. Even in the darkest caves, away from the reach of its power, his light would shine bright to protect the virtue of my essence. The devil's secret was forever revealed between those confusing messages. I could finally perceive those unwelcoming sounds understanding how he used to nourish himself from those solitary and derogatory talks. But nothing could hurt me ever again because I was aware of his traps; I was now able to release myself from his claws and search for shelter under the protection of my savior’s wide wings.
Covered with his feathers, my spirit could finally have a peaceful rest. In his arms, I felt like lulling one last time. In those arms, I felt warm like I was used to feeling in the safety of my mother’s lap, falling asleep intoxicated by the softness of her voice and solace of her simple songs. Lying on his chest, I recognized the gentle beat of her heart close to mine. As her love, his care and affection recovered the integrity of my true nature. Safe by his guard, I was able to build the foundations of the man I had to become; one who would have the right to deserve his inspiring love in the most literal way.
As a winged hero, he pulled me out from the wreckage, cleaned me up, treated my wounds, gave food to my spirit and showed me the doors of heaven. Crossing those doors I found the beauty he had always told me about. On the other side of those doors, I could finally find my lost self.
Max Araújo
