The eyes of small children reflect the bright light,They play with the sand as if all of the world's existence was right there ready to be explored by their tiny fingers.The thin extremities of that gigantic tree dance with the swinging wind,Strong grounded tree gracefully moving with such freedom as if drugged by the presence of happiness.Benches on the edge, ready for those loners, who beautifully and enviously admire the peace of nature.Birds effortlessly glide through that empty space between us and the clouds.An old man takes a picture.It will sit on his living room,Right beside the chair his late wife would rest every afternoon,Telling him stories he only appreciates now they are gone.I admire the threatening outside world, safely locked behind the suffocating windows.It's time to go out. The tree.It's constantly reaching up.Towards the infinite,The majestic,The open blue who invites. It keeps the tree light, ever illuminated.Simultaneously,It's constantly reaching down,Towards the darkest of the darks,The thick, heavy brown.Also infinite.Earth's deepest body.It keeps the tree firm, ever strong.I would like to have the wisdom of the tree. O vazio voltou,Quer completar meus dias e noites.Me beija no rosto e me afogaNa cama onde acordo e vou dormir.As noites sao agitadas,Sonhos estranhos que vem e vao,E quando acordo meu coracao vai dormir.Nao sente nao fala,So dorme,Meio morto. Desengoncado,Acorda!!Vira homem e para de ser moleque de sangue morto!!Aprende com o que a vida te deu.Para de fazer de conta.Be strongStrongStrongA strong TRUE man! As vezes a gente entende.Entende que nao vai entender,E desentendido, Ama mais e sente mais.Mergulhar na escuridao bonita perdida e uma delicia. Passa o tempo passa,Todo dia se passa pro passado.E esses envolta,Todos fazem parte desse presente que passa.Influenciam minhas escolhas e desejos,Minhas vontades, minha forca,Minha cabeca que ultimamente nao pensa,Nao funciona,Nao constroi.Quero voltar.Aqueles que de maos dadas me mostraram o verdadeiro entorno,Me enriqueceram de imaginacao,Me acompanharam pelos livros e poemas desse mundo pensativo.Aqueles que admirei,Amei,E abandonei.Aqueles que no passado vivem.Passa o tempo passa,Todo dia se passa pro passado. It is like a volcanicexplosion-like feelingHere and thereNow and againIt burstsOut of my eyesThe sadnessIt's me being selfish Thinking about myself My own life without her But mostlyMe morning with my dadFor my dadI cannot imagine the feeling of loosing your motherMust be horrendousWeird that it is a natural thing...When it must hurt so fucking muchHe's so incredible So supportingSo amazingly fatherly All I want is simply to be there for himWith all my being Skin and bones Tears and sadnessNot only with the spirit this timeNot this timeNot this timeNot this timeHe needs to know he's not alone Never will beShe was rock-hard strongSo braveSo incredibly fearlessAnd so loving and caring at the same timeI still struggle to believe itI'll miss her hugsHer wordsHer laughHer cigarettesHer bread and butter Her fresh fruit I'd always take with meBut it's not the end for herIt's the end of her life in this worldThat's allThat comforts me What a beauty she was Hes strong,Hes wise,Hes tender.Hell always be my superman.Hes creative,Hes constructive,Hes affective.I will always be proud to say hes MY dad.His tears make