I miss traveling I miss taking the plane, the train or even the subway I miss my family and friends around the world I miss my freedom My wings have not been cut off yet So I might be strolling around more often.
Travelling through a picture, a book, a song or a poem Your friends experiences igniting the fire in your dreams, sending an omen Travelling and expanding the horizons of the infinite multitudes of mind worldly manifestations Travelling with your eyes wide open or perfectly closed Travelling around the world Or without leaving your place The imagination has it’s own space Bridged, connected No dead-ends or frontiers Travelling with no luggage at all Or prepared for an adventure, survival gear, tools Having the starry sky as a roof And the soft grass as a bed Finding ways around financial balances instead Travelling alone or in good company By car, by train, by plane, on foot Or even in a colourful balloon Travelling from Kenya to Alaska Crossing mountains, deep seas and valleys Jungles, forests and desert galleys Travelling through your sleep Breath out, breath in Take the experiences and warp your life from within Travelling forces you to step out of your comfort zone Experiencing the real world, leaving behind this world’s addiction to phones False evidence appearing real, fear Let it come near Travelling challenges your comprehension of this world And once you return you’re no longer the same Friends to call home and remembering names Travelling broadens your brain, nourishes your spirit, cherishes your physical And challenges your conception of this world Leaving nostalgic photos, the world left in the crevices of your god given body.
Thank you Amber for this invitation! De malinha pronta meets diosraw
Anywhere I go There’s a blue sky And a soft place to land Anywhere I go I hear birds singing And I see colourful flowers Anywhere I go Silence is golden And words are whispered Anywhere I go My heart is light And my body floats Anywhere I go There’s love And hope Anywhere I go It’s a new day Always the beginning Never the end.
The others turn right While I take left They scream « go » I freeze When all ll is quiet I just start moving I don’t need music to dance Nor the sun to shine To put a smile on my face The same patterns Colours and shapes Dressed up in uniform Not for me! Every time people try to fix me I jump out of the box.
Golden sand Shells in my hand Deep see Come with me Foamy waves I can almost hear the whales Cool breeze No worries, please! Seagulls flying Keep trying Hidden treasures My life is all that matters Bare feet You are so sweet Golden silence Freedom is my guidance.