Art by Lorena Fernandez

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Big cities, urban conglomerates,

Night life, cars, taxis,

Drinks, dance clubs,

People, concerts, theaters,

A tribal experience of sorts.

The buildings are next to each other

They move in waves, alive and concrete,

Separated by trees, alive and green,

And here I come

My open hand holding my offering

Pure, pristine, nutritious to the soul,

It fits in my hand

(And in the city)

As the sun fits in the sky

And the whale fits in the blue ocean

And milk bottles fit in my refrigerator door,

And swimmers fit in the pools of Sao Paulo

By the corner there’s a cotton tree,

Each thin branch

Holds, in its nutty shell, a white and fluffy gift,

Also pure, pristine, warm,

Full of potential:

Jackets, socks, t-shirts, pants,

Useful things to the people in the cities,

(As I long to be)

And if we are here temporarily

And will eventually be transformed

Into another kind of matter,

(Perhaps self aware matter, as we are today)

Still,

I want to give,

And I want to bloom,

And to burn the full length of my candle,

Until there is only ash.

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A NEW PERSPECTIVE

When a new perspective crossed my path

I was dry

I was blind

I was brittle

I was numb

I had all needed to make music,

But I could not gather the energy to listen closely.

When a new perspective crossed my path

I was living in the past

Rejoicing in old glories

I let my present slip away

I let my instruments decay

Under a layer of dust.

When a new perspective crossed my path

I feared for my life, as I knew it

I feared for my future as I dreamed it

I feared for my sanity

I feared for my destiny

When a new perspective crossed my path

Something woke inside me

My spring began to flow

My hearth began to roar

My blood began to boil

I ran around frantic not knowing what to do

And often I wished that a new perspective had never crossed my path.

When a new perspective crossed my path

I gathered the pieces of myself

That lay awaiting full decay

And as I held them to my breast

I came back to life.