Swimming in unknown waters it seems,
When the know becomes a memory,
And the experience the real mean.
Into the present the presence,
Into the dream the dreamer,
Into the reality the observer...
Into the now a thought.
A single thought of being,
A single creation of the creator.
That is more that just one definition...
Being the define a mere illusion
And you a divine creator.
Being a word a mere frequency
And you an entire reality.
Being a path a mere path
And you an infinity possibility.
Then dive into the unknown waters
And see your own meaning.
Weaving my soul in your spider web
Where the creation come to be.
Device where I was kept for you to see,
What you could not perceive...
What you saw was never me,
Just a projection of your being,
The mirage of a moment from free...
That seemed more than golden tree.
I saw the illusion become greed
And the moment more than split,
In two or more fever leaves...
Of love punched in my grief.
Creation of my own seeds
That left late to the spring.
Never saw summer...
or even have been feed,
By only a single spirit
Of my own need.
The love became a dream
Inside my own scream...
where in rage I just sing
The flooded pain...
In my own stream.
I have tide my heart to the sacred tree,
Gave my soul to the fierce wild wind,
Took my denude body into the sea,
Danced the creation in my disbelief...
Only in hope that you can see.
I have dance into the wilderness,
Rituals and spell were done by me,
Prayed songs made by just rhymes,
Drunk my spirit is what is seems,
Became a woman by cutting my wings...
Only in hope that you can see.
That you can see behind me,
What is seems more than see...
The old soul into the new,
The profane love in you
That brings all in me.
The passion is just the key
To open the wild soul in me...
Than beloved the spell is done
Has I gave you just the clue...
Now i fly in my own broom
To the skies where you belong.
Where have you been?
When in my darkest night I have screamed,
For you to be in the same dream.
When all my soul had seen the sacred love,
Living behind any creation of being.
When all trees were singing your name
In tune with the Spirit inside my flame.
When in my own body a mark was done
By the beloved that you had become.
When I took away my own mask
before even you have asked...
Where have you been?
When the sea showed me the way
And you canceled all the bays.
When the wind called my name
And you choose to see the game.
When my wildest fire saw pure love
And you choose to be above.
When the dream become the creation
By the eyes of this wild love initiation.
When the dance became my tantra,
Writing poems just my own mantra.
Where have you been?
My beloved all this years...
Breathing the same stars,
Creating the same dreams.
Seeing the same stream
Where we saw our dream.
Being in the same soul
From the sacred pole.
Where have you been?
Can you be more than see?
Can you feel more than be?
From the edges of awareness,
From the mountains of tenderness,
Just live one moment to be,
The one single event that is.
From the seas of kindness,
From the whispers of love,
Just a touch to be felt,
The gold in the heart to see.
From the dance of passion,
From the steps of creation,
Just a melody to be free,
The mantra to nobody to be.
Can you be more than see?
Can you feel more than be?
Oh! Lisboa, cidade serpente
Noite com cheiro a madrugada
Quando peixe ainda é peixe,
E a gente ainda o sente...
Pés descalços na calçada gasta
Por marés da nossa gente,
Em vida e alma de vida basta...
Este Ser amado chamado Lisboa
Feito com bairros em mente,
Fado criado pela nossa gente.
Oh! Lisboa, cidade serpente
Coloridas vozes esculpidas
Nestas montanhas de vista,
Sem sentido de pista.
Lisboa, cidade serpente
Criado pelo povo que é a minha gente.
Oh! lisboa, cidade serpente
Não ha quem mente
Sobre ti, Lisboa...
Cidade que sente.
